I see you standing in the cold dew. I saw you standing under the acacia tree. I saw you standing in the drizzle. I saw you standing on the stage.
I see gatherings and separations. I have seen loved and hated. I see your stories. I see your back.
The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life. Birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, and not being able to seek what you want.
I saw Yanghua chasing the rain, and you smiled faintly.
In the old days, the king and his wife were in front of the hall. When the flowers are falling, we meet you again.