"Your Highness, since you were born in the twelfth lunar month, you have formed a bond with this plum blossom, good and bad, just in a single thought..."
"I will remember the master's words."
With his eyes following the figure as he walked away, the old monk recited "My Buddha's Mercy" and turned around to return to the temple.
"That's all, that's all, reincarnation in the world of mortals is inevitable."
Flowers bloom and bloom, who should I choose?
There is really no way to get the best of both worlds in this world. You and I can only make mistakes again and again. In the end, there is no room for turning around.