Bodhi has no tree
Even the bright mirror is not a platform
There was nothing
Where to stir up dust
After three hundred years of reincarnation, I still can't escape this fate. For me and him, it's just a matter of crossing others and crossing myself.
In this life, I fell into this world of mortals and was stained with sin. But now, my life is like a dream, like clouds and smoke.
Conception: