I bet your future journey with these flower sculptures.
Sandalwood in front of the Buddha, but I beg you and I can return safely.
But now that this life has passed away, I regret that although you cannot come back, I am no different from losing.
I bet with you on my future journey with an unspoken wish.
The mulberry tree in front of the Buddhist hall has lost its new year.
Under the Bodhisattva behind the Buddhist hall, the man in white clothes who drank with me has become the clouds and smoke of the past, and only the falling snow can be seen on the stone tablet with no words.
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