The Lishan Beacon-Fire Chronicles

I am a dewdrop before the Buddha. The Buddha says nothing can remain forever. He never looks at me, but I know I am in his heart. Clear and crystalline, I know I am a woman, and one who makes a spectacle of herself. I care for no one but the Buddha. I cling to a leaf, and the radiance circles the lingering echoes before him, circling my heart again and again. No one will appreciate my devotion, because the one I love is the Buddha.