She said, for how many years, you have been living in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. All the mountains and rivers in my life are for you to pass through one by one. Just like you can't ride a white deer and walk calmly on the road where the snowflakes have not yet melted, except for you, nothing in this world is a trivial matter. But how to retain you. In this lingering voice, there may be hundreds of years of vicissitudes of the world. However, in the end I could only choke with sobs, write in a hurry, write two lines of tears, and have endless things in my life and life, all in immortality.
This is just a simple story of love and being loved. In this place where the Buddha's light shines, many people are too worried to walk. You can't give your lover the beauty that lasts for thousands of years under the bodhi tree.