The most beautiful scene in my life is meeting you, and the most unfortunate scene is meeting you. Even if you forget your past and meet again, you will not change your original intention. Even if you are as noble as a god, you will become immortal. If persistence will eventually be annihilated, why should we meet; if persistence will be in vain, why should we fall in love. My hair is like snow and my tears are overwhelming. All I want is that one day I will be able to twist my green hair and renew our relationship; under the bodhi tree, who can enjoy the blooming bodhi flowers with me?