The passing years are fleeting, and the smoke is passing away. I will exchange my infatuation for three lifetimes for your confusion for one lifetime.
The history books have passed by this wonderful fleeting time, and the nightmare has covered up the truth. Who has believed in the three-life oath made under the bodhi tree, and who has not forgotten it?
If I loved you wrongly in my past life, I am willing to go against my heart in this life, no longer look at you, no longer miss you. Who knows if you are at a loss, who knows if this tortuous story is complicated and confusing, I hope everything can happen again, and I hope this world will go away.
If you are well, it will be sunny.