The rain falls across the bank, and the river crosses the River of Forgetfulness. Looking at the abandoned spring in the market place, whose joys and sorrows are imprisoned. The past is like a smoke, who can choose the love of ten lifetimes, it doesn't matter. Sighing bitterly, the lights are dry and the people are scattered.
There is an ancient saying that when Pangu first created the world, the immortal world did not exist. It was only because human beings vainly cultivated immortality, abandoned the seven emotions and six desires, and finally attained the Tao and became immortals. Therefore, immortals have become the only creatures in the six realms that do not allow love. They are heartless, heartless, delusional and have no thoughts, which has led to countless separation and resentment——
Ten lives of love and hate, ten lives of sorrow, ten lives of entanglement, ten lives of joy and sorrow.
Ten whole lives have passed by without a chance, and the love is as deep as mine. In this life, the previous relationship has been sealed in the dust. I have given up love and will not remember everything. However, even so, is it still not enough to meet the fate of meeting?
The emotions that grew sadly slowly deteriorated in the silent companionship, day and night.
Still in love. Still changed. Still broken. Still complaining.
If this is the case, then bear all the heavy sins and never give up in practice.
The source of all evil, gathered together in one body, devastated all living beings and filled the land with mourning. I've done this for you, but you still can't let go of your vast world of sentient beings? How about destroying them and leaving only you and me in the vast world?
There is no need to let the lamp dry up and sigh about where the old friend is? What I hate most is that I can't keep you, and I can't see the end of the world. Since the Tao has been passed down forever, how come the song ends and people make mistakes? Whoops, where can I find my way back?