Destined for three lives, you have been the person who keeps appearing in my dreams since I was a child. But when I really met you, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why did the sky play tricks on me to make me fall in love with you before I saw you but didn't tell me. I can't love you and I'm not qualified to love you. You are highly respected and admired by the world. You make me feel that this love for you in my heart is a blasphemy. You often say, Buddha loves the world. But I really want to ask you, why can't you love me?