Qing Tan, Wei Tuo. III.
It opened for a while, but died for the rest of my life.
After reincarnation for a lifetime, the world is at a loss.
As the mortal world turns around, she pays homage to her blurred love with a moment of splendor. Even if it can only be a speck of dust under the boundless Dharma.
There is a saying that five thousand years pass by like running water.
There is a saying that a short-lived flower appears as Skanda.
PS: My Buddha is merciful, and the little girl has no intention of blaspheming the gods... Amitabha, Amitabha...