The Buddha said: It will take three thousand years for someone to cultivate in a predestined manner and pass by.
I said: You and I have passed each other and we have been practicing for more than three thousand years.
I know that when the air is filled with the smell of peach blossoms, my peach blossom luck is coming.
And when I met you by chance in the rain shelter, I realized that that was not my good luck, but my bad luck at that time. Because of your indifference and my passion, this marriage is destined to come to nothing. But I couldn't control myself. I would rather fall into the abyss than see the light of day. Just to keep my passion for you, I am miserable.