There are nine thousand masks of floating life, who can sing with me?
Lin Wan is in the hall ten miles away, and my heart is at peace in my dream.
I once thought I had you, but found that it was a dream;
I once wanted to leave you alone in the whole world, but I pushed myself into a state of eternal doom;
I once turned into a monster and humbled myself by a person's side, but I was so injured that I couldn't bear to die.
I once thought that the one I loved would eventually be mine. After several lives and countless separations and separations, God would eventually reward me with a relatively satisfactory ending. It's a pity that the Buddha is the Buddha of all people in the world. I am not the only one who seeks the Buddha, and I am not the most sincere person among them. How can the Buddha pity me?
"There will be no end to landslides and cracks, there will be no end to thunder in winter and snow in summer. I want this world to never be able to do anything to me again! I want the four directions to never go against my will again! I want you to beg for life after life..."
Who bullies whom will last a lifetime, and who bears down on whom a hundred years of vicissitudes?