An accident, three generations of love.
Is it the lingering green smoke in the Mi Mi Sanskrit music that lives up to the deep feeling, or is it the heart-piercing pain that has broken my heart for generations.
You said that I was lucky to meet you, but you have already put your life and death in the sky, and pushed your reincarnation to the Western Pure Land. One is a human and the other is a god. How should you deal with yourself?
You said, the five turbid worlds of the universe are full of turmoils. You have a heavy responsibility and vow to save all sentient beings throughout the Dharma Realm. But who will save all the broken and fragmented hearts in the three lives and three lives?
I said, do you have a heart? Do you have me in your heart? Have you ever imagined a future with me?
I have never been a stumbling block on your way to the West. If I were, with your wisdom, how could you be tripped by me? Why not take a detour.
I just want to be with you, even if I go to the west.
The ancient time travel work has been completed, and you are welcome to support it.
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