A woman obsessed with the world of mortals. Only one person in life.
The sky is covered with snow and there are several red plum blossoms. He raised his head and looked at each other.
We are of the same mind and have a long relationship. Although this life is short and lingering.
On the day when I meet you again, I am a young man facing the wind in a beautiful tree.
The vegetation is deep and there are clouds in the wild fields on the outskirts of the city.
A bamboo house, staying together and getting to know each other.
"My lady is most beautiful when she smiles. It's hard to take your eyes away."
"Then you can only look after me for the rest of your life. When I die, you have to guard my tomb. Okay?"
"Okay."
Holding my hand, I am willing to go to hell with you.
He asked the Buddha: What is fate?
Buddha said: Destiny is ice. I held the ice in my arms. When the ice melted, I realized that the Destiny was gone.
The tea flowers faded and bloomed again, the drama ended and started again.
Regarding world affairs, the word "fate" is enough.
Note: The introduction quotes Tsangyang Gyatso's works.