——In fact, all the grievances and hatreds in the world are just piles of missed karma.
——Flowers wither. What will you answer if I ask you to answer the next sentence? ···I think, I should say, people wish to live in peace.
——If possible, can I ask that I am not a teacher or a brother in your heart? Wouldn't this be too harsh for you? But I'm just afraid that you will never understand what you mean to me.
Spring is full of things, and they, in the warm spring breeze, step into the wheel of fate.
What should be done, what should be done.
Is it a conspiracy? Or a dispute?
When butterflies make the flowers laugh, and the wind blows among the mulberry trees, I still recall the songs of my old friends in my dreams.