"Which life is the end?
Is there any remaining fleeting time that has been burned out and turned into longing?
Which thought can be immortal?
You stared at my face in the next life by the Santu River,
I planted mandalas to let the memories of my past life sink deep,
How many partings do it take to ignite the flame of the sycamore branch?
How many five hundred years have I passed in this world?
Who can remember the past when the mandala flowers bloom?
Who accepts someone's calamity and becomes someone's obsession. "
I
One step leads to a white tree
A bridge of light rain and an umbrella open
A dream of yellow rice and a pot of wine
Dressed in white
Fate in one life, resentment in the second life, calamity in the third life.
"Haha."
Fuxi smiled softly