The tea smoke has dissipated, but the red rope remains.
One dance to be emotional, one kneel to give up thoughts.
She knelt before the Buddha for half her life, and waited in the world of mortals for ten years.
When the camellia was gone and the bell was cold, she finally leaned forward and placed a lifelong kiss on her cold cheek.
Outside the Guanyin Temple, the camellia remains the same year after year; but from now on, no one leans on Concubine Xiang's couch to listen to the ringing bells on the eaves.
Intention: I don't dare to ask about depth before the Buddha, but I will redeem the rest of my life with a kiss.