"The flowers on the other shore bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love does not ask about cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death." - "Buddhist Sutra"
Flowers and leaves will never meet each other, love does not ask about cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. We will always know each other but cannot intersect. On the other side that cannot be reached in this life, all memories are removed and turned into a netherworld. Flowers of the other shore are the only scenery seen on Huangquan Road. The flower on the other side blooms on the other side, only the flowers are seen, but no leaves, and only the leaves are seen, but no flowers are seen. Mismatched in life, separated forever.
In an instant, a startling dream arose, and the water ripples dimmed when the song was played. When conditions arise, conditions cease, and when emotions arise, it is also the absence of emotions. On the road to Huangquan, beside the Wangchuan River, and beside the Sansheng Stone, how many people hate because of love, and how many people love because of hate. Some things are destined to be unavailable. The reasons are determined by fate and love is determined by fate.
In the nebula of the three realms, I have lost love and hatred; among the nine stars, everyone also believes or doubts. When pity falls, tears fall into chains; love disappears between the legs, and blood overflows as sorrow. Thousands of feet of ice, the fire in the heart cannot be extinguished; the spiritual ignorance is endless, the white wings cannot be extinguished. The flowing light is confusing, and the shadow of the butterfly is traced; the dawn dream appears, and the feather is on the verge of emergence. Sitting and forgetting the cold light, carrying you to ask questions from the sky, cutting off love and dreams to pieces, and absolutely hating Yi Shui.