I have always hoped that, just for a moment, I can grow old and stand alone on a high mountain to watch the sunset. What falls behind me is the fame, wealth and prosperity of the whole world. The pain is too late to be profound, and the happiness is too late to be remembered. There is no separation of life and death, and everything will fall silent after the song ends.
Buddha said: Only five hundred times of looking back in the past life can exchange for one pass in this life. If I had known this, why would I miss that one turning look back? Even if my heart is broken and broken, it is better than searching hard in the past and present life - because I am just a Buddhist bead that fell from the string of beads in the palm of the Buddha's hand, a heartless, loveless, joyless and sorrowless Buddha bead...