You have been living in my heart for so many years. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. Be it gradual enlightenment or sudden enlightenment. Except for life and death, there is nothing in this world that is not a trivial matter. I sit alone on the top of Mount Sumeru and see thousands of floating clouds away. One person plays the piano in the snow. Another person knows the music in the snow. You can say goodbye to the thousands of mountains and rivers in life. The flowers that are buried at the funeral open and close at the right time. The fruit of Bodhi plays in the empty mountain. Tell me. Those footprints you hide under the fallen leaves hint at how many festival days are dedicated for me to get away with it.
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