Those years are like water in the past, you never understand. I walked out of the darkness and burst into tears when a flower bloomed. My beloved, you never understand. I smiled softly, I have never complained about my fate, but I blame you for not understanding me. The Buddha picked up flowers and Kassapa smiled. The cause and effect of the three lives is too long. How much I want to see all the grudges and grudges clearly in one lifetime. How painful will such a life be?