Bodhi has no tree
Even the bright mirror is not a platform
There was nothing
Where to stir up dust
She is a natural spirit and the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven. Falling in love with him like a moth in a flame.
He is the powerful lord of the three realms and the king of the demons. But he once buried his beloved with his own hands.
He is as handsome as the wind, the messenger of all winds. I just want to devote my life to her.
Whose promise was made, whose red thread was held, whose love was broken, waiting under the bodhi tree for a thousand years.
If, that year, I could be farther away from the heartache, then could I see it more clearly?
If he hadn't broken into your world that year, would we still have a good relationship?