"The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death." - "Buddhist Sutra"
The Forgotten River will create a crack in the sea of flowers on the other side of the land of reincarnation. The flowers on the other side are as red as fire, with pearls and sand and flowers. The love on the other side is as pure as clouds and mandala flowers. In this life, I am wandering on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness. The fate is gone but not separated. The fate is gone but the love is inseparable. Should I let go and enter the reincarnation in the next life? Or should I leave this boundless hatred in the already boundless hell of suffering?
Great joy is not as great as great sorrow, remembering is worse than forgetting, right and wrong, cause and effect reincarnate. Love in obsession is a kind of practice, and healing is not easy.