The scattered flowers are scattered and infatuated, the moon is lonely and full, and I cry at night because I was foolish in my previous life. Who knows that in the vast future, turning your hands will turn into clouds, and turning your hands will turn into rain. Nirvana bathes in fire and sighs at your mercy.
Fraudulent and dismissed, betrayed, blinded, and imprisoned in that cold and gorgeous palace, Yuan Fuze could not forgive Situ Chen.
When he woke up again, all the memories of his previous life came back. Tao Baizhou looked coldly at the humble and prostrate man at his feet, smiling crazily, arrogantly and coldly, "Who do you think you are? You dare to even think about my bed."
Buddha said: Great joy is worse than great sadness, and remembering is worse than forgetting.
On the other side of the Yellow Spring, there are flowers but no leaves, and leaves but no flowers. In life after life, the flowers and leaves are in opposite directions.
Flowers are not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
"The so-called separation, separation, and union are nothing but fate and fate, but Tumi doesn't even have a chance of fate. They are destined to love each other, and they are destined to have no end."
Sighing that the flowers have withered, the past life was desolate, the floating life is desolate, and the idiots are babbled.