The Buddha said that if you persist in one thought, everything will suffer.
He changed her fate against heaven and was imprisoned in the reincarnation of time, never to be released.
She was called Dong Shixu in every life, and died on the winter solstice in every life.
In the snow-falling Han Temple, the sound of bells swayed the soul. He guarded a dilapidated ancient temple and waited for her round after round.
She couldn't remember her past, and he couldn't forget his old pain.
From the Sanskrit music of the prosperous Tang Dynasty to the wind and snow of the Republic of China, from the ancient Buddha with green lanterns to the hustle and bustle of the city,
The encounter is the first meeting, and the separation is the eternal farewell.
He guarded reincarnation, and she was trapped in fate.
Someone asked, if the Buddha doesn't save you, why bother to obsess?
Han Shihuan only looked at the falling snow on the winter solstice and answered softly——
I don't believe in Buddhism, I believe in her.
But what can end reincarnation in the end is never deep love or redemption.
It was with his own hands that he ended the only obsession in his life.
Intention: None