The wind blows on the paper, which is a few paragraphs and lines between you and me.
In the eternal time of past life and present fate, I only miss and hurt you.
Chanting in the Buddha's heart is a belief that I can't let go of.
Hiding the page deeply, you are my faith...
I can't see the look of your eyebrows in the dream. Do you still remember the way I love you?
Looking back at the past time in our memories, you and I once danced between our fingers...
Li Shang... You are hot between my fingers.
The Bodhi flower is in full bloom, and it will reveal our appearance tomorrow.
The way I remember it...
The sword has been unsheathed, and everything is silent. Only the Buddha bell on the sword is chanting in the wind... Listen... That is our song passed down from generation to generation.
——"The Ballad of Buddha Bells in the New Classic of Mountains and Seas"