In the dream, there were burning peach blossoms falling all over the monk's robes, a green lamp reflecting the small regular script on the scriptures, and a handsome-looking monk who called me "Gao Yang" with a voice so warm that it could melt the early spring snow. But in the end, the picture always exploded in blood. I reached out to grab it, but I only touched his cold fingertips and broken rosary beads.
Intention: People who were not destined to be together in the previous life will finally get married in modern times.