Ending BE
This is not just a story about a monk who touched the heart of a mortal. This is a story about a person who dug a well for eighteen years. There was a fire at the bottom of the well. After eighteen years of burning, she opened the mouth of the well. The fire met the wind and burned into a fire that he did not want to put out for the only time in his life.
I'm covered in blood and red dust, trying to break your rules
The bright moon bears witness, the petals bear witness
Your moved heart cannot save sentient beings, nor can you save yourself.
The heartbeat hidden in your eyes is the biggest sin in this life
You abide by your Buddhist precepts, while I trap my worldly obsessions
The monk has no mortal world, and I have no place to return.
