The Buddha said: Only by practicing for a hundred lives can we cross the same boat, and only by practicing for a thousand lives can we sleep together. The five hundred stares in the previous life are exchanged for the one brush with each other in this life.
Let me ask, how many lifetimes of waiting are needed to get the vow to grow old together with your son for the rest of your life.
Can the lovesickness on the thirteen strings survive the smoke-filled killing fields and the conspiracy-laden court?
Play a song without regrets, play a song of infatuation, turn into a wisp of smoke, and float to wherever.
Seven points and seven combinations, what is the result waiting for you and me?