One flower, one world, one tree, one Bodhi.
The Buddha asked me to listen, but I heard the sound of the Bodhi flower blooming. Meeting you was an accident, but I don't know if it was fate or calamity. From then on, my eyes can't be separated from your world. Every place with you has become my poetic feeling.
I never thought that I would have no choice between the person I love and the person who loves me, but when faced with it, I could only escape. It was not until I had no way to escape or hide that I dared to stand up and face the person I love like life, and the person who loves me like life.
The moonlight was clear and the night was as cool as water. His pair of golden wings passed over my head and he never looked at me again.
On the top of the snow peak, he had white hair hanging down and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He waved to me and said, "Come here..."