They said: Fear not illness, fear not wounds, fear not parting, fear not death.
They said: I am illness, I am wounds, I am parting, I am death.
I believed in a god.
Their name was Buzhou, with a thousand hands and ten thousand eyes, and boundless compassion.
They promised me a life free of illness, and the people around me gradually withered away.
They vowed that we would never be parted, and the place where I lived faded from everyone's sight.
They granted me eternal life, and at last I saw everything they saw.
Theme: It's only love
