The world of mortals flutters its sleeves, talks about love, and lovesickness gnaws at the bones, how can it compete with the myriad of charms.
A song from the sky, the sound of the piano has become thinner and will not change for thousands of years. Unexpectedly, it touches the brows and stains the clear sadness.
Looking back again, the old person is wandering, the wind is rustling, the thoughts are crazy, and I can't count them. I have compassion and karma, and I think about it alone, Nanqing and Beiyang.
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If there is an afterlife, please let me not meet you again and never fall into your eyes again.
The reincarnation of cause and effect, love, hatred, and karma are fate, and cannot be broken away or escaped. They are all delusions, and they will eventually come to nothing. We have no choice but to have deep love and shallow relationships, and have no choice but to let flowers bloom and fall. The Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusions, and past lives are obstacles. I cannot cross this deep ravine, so I will let time dilute and obliterate it all.
"I hate you, but I can't stand my lovesickness. I love you, but I can't stand it. You are the fate of my life."
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