Whose looking back can see all the suffering in three lives;
Whose murmur expresses all the obsessions of three lifetimes;
Whose embrace will fulfill the fate of all three lives.
It turns out that we are one. You are in me, and I am in you. These three thousand worlds are just a tribute to our reincarnation.
Three million years ago, I died and you lived;
Three thousand years later, you overcame Naihe and were willing to suffer the pain of reincarnation, just to exchange for my life of freedom;
In three lives and three lives, flowers bloomed and fell. Once upon a time, peach blossoms burned out their youth, and pear blossoms burned away their lovesickness.
If I don't miss you, how can I be like a Taoist?
I remember, that man was dressed in silver and had white hair, and his complexion was like jade. He looked as if he was made from heaven, yet he could make life and death happen with his chuckle.
Su Jin,
Whose sorrow are those Sujin pear flowers that stretch for three thousand miles mourning? Whose reincarnation are you paying homage to?