"Five hundred times of looking back in the past life are exchanged for passing by in this life. Buddha told me, 'Only after five hundred years of wind and sun, five hundred years of scorching heat and frost, can we exchange for perseverance in this life.' Maybe it's just the piece of bluestone under your feet, carrying the gentle blow of the horse's hooves, maybe it's the trace of green hair on your forehead, woven into brilliant clouds. You have ten thousand memories left in my heart. I am just a fallen leaf, carelessly thrown into the center of your lake..."
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