If my infatuation with that dewdrop had not existed in my previous life, would I have lived up to your thousand-year waiting?
If I had not begged before the Buddha in my previous life, would I not have to fall into this saha reincarnation?
If I didn't have this nihilistic obsession with him in this life, would I not be on the road of no return?
Destiny is like clouds, gathering and dispersing with the wind, unpredictable and unpredictable.
Since everything started with me, then let that part of the earthly relationship dissipate with the wind, and let everything end in Yuanyin Temple, just like the beginning.