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I took the lead in leaving the mortal world early, and you were late in the world of cause and effect.
On this glittering plateau, you can reach paradise in three or two steps...
I can only stand outside the door and stare into the distance.
And within the empty gate - who is who?
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"Donor, I'm dying..."
"Don't move..."
"Donor, no."
"You have to do it even if it doesn't work..."
"Hold it..."
"Don't worry... I'll be gentle..."
"Shout out if you feel uncomfortable..."
Female donor, the closer you are to the poor monk, the further away the poor monk is from the Lord Buddha...
Poke it, kiss! Hide one
You are the body of Buddha made of gold, and I am the statue of clay!
Your appearance is exactly the trap you set for the next life.