A love affair, a lovesickness, an inch of black hair, can you cut off my three thousand black hairs in exchange for your lifelong lovesickness? A piece of nostalgia struck on the smooth bluestone. Jie Huayu stared at the figure of someone in the temple, her blue shirt wet with tears.
On that day, month, and year, there was a man waiting in front of the Buddhist gate, hoping to get to know you. Inside and outside the gate, there were two shadows facing each other, but his figure was thin and lonely.
Who sighs for whom, and who interprets for whom?
The ties of the world, greed, anger and ignorance, all turn into nothingness.