Being together seems to be the most difficult thing in the world.
Everyone kept trying in various ways to get us to let go of each other's hands.
They took your piano and smashed my car. Blood relatives, friends, betrayal, forgetfulness, money, appearance. They tried to destroy everything, thinking that we would be separated.
Finally, they began to threaten with their lives.
Now, they're all idiots.
They don't know that even Death is helpless against us.
Anyone who stands in front of us will kill gods and Buddhas.
So, dear, you wait for me over there, I'll go over there.