Open the doors and welcome the yin and yang guests; in a cup of tea for the departed, reflect on this life.
One thought can make you a Buddha, one thought can make you a demon.
He could have taken one step into paradise, but his obsession ran too deep. Even half a step was too much.
He failed in his previous life, unable to accept it. In this life, history repeats itself, and in the end, he still cannot escape.
His battle robes shimmer as brilliantly as ever, while she can only remain in endless darkness, with nothing else.
The joys and sorrows of this world are always heartless, and love's worries are endless.
When everything else had faded away, she was fortunate to hear him say, “I will not let the springtime pass you by.”
