That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you reciting the mantra from the Sutra.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to see you, just to stay close to your warmth.
In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
"You once said that the fate between us is not enough, and I can't fill it with all my strength. Now I leave you to let you go. I hope you can achieve enlightenment as soon as possible."
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