It is better not to see each other than to meet, and it is better to forget each other than to fall in love.
Falling in love is so painful that it makes people give up on life, but it turns out that all kinds of suffering are helpless.
Nirvana and rebirth are both the next life and this life.
The past is just a dream, and the bubbles of dreams are allowed to drift away in the wind without leaving a trace.
I only hope for simple happiness in this life, but I can't help but let the old dreams linger around me in this life.
When we meet again, is it fate or evil?