The fallen cherry blossoms are as fragrant as the snow, where will the fragrant soul return?
Even if you are evil, you still chant lightly, but the past has different paths.
All dharma is the combination of causes and conditions. Conditions arise from time to time, and conditions are gone when they are gone. It is nothing more than this.
Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
At the far west end of the ancient world, on the Mountain of the Sun and the Moon, Chang Xishi said that he was the God of the Moon, and he raised the moon on the 12th. Only one star fell forever into the sky, while the rest turned into cosmic stardust and scattered everywhere, and it was true that they could not be found. Nothing is absolute, but there is only one left in the cold desert horse ghost mountain. It absorbs the essence of all things, condenses the afterglow of the sun and the moon, and finally transforms into a human form after tens of thousands of years. Name: Ningxi...
If there was no sudden glimpse of Han Huang, would there be no countless twists and turns in the future, and would it be possible to live a peaceful life without losing anything?
It was you who reached out to me in the cold wilderness and the border of death; amidst the sounds of jade flutes and guqins intertwined by the Kunlun Lake, it was you who was playing the harp and harp; in front of the tea flower tree in the Ice Lake, in the rain of flowers, it was you who stood in black clothes with hands behind your back; in front of the Donghuang Bell, sealed with a blood curse, it was you who was dressed in blood as if you were from another world...
If you fall into the mortal world, I will live and die with you. Even if it is the Asura Hell, I will accept it and be damned.
In front of the flowers on the other side of the river, on the banks of the Three Rivers, in the Falling Tea Pavilion, her breath still lingers on the jade bowl that originally contained the water from the Forgotten River.
On the top of the Kunlun Mountains, in front of the sea of tea flowers, the trees full of snow-white tea trees suddenly withered and danced all over the sky, it was like a funeral.
Bury all the moments you look back at, and all your time in this world.
I hope you will not forget me in this world...