I saw my husband again in my dream, but he was in a golden body. I circled the air, turned into a phoenix, roared and whined, and spit out flames from my mouth to devour myself...
Is that the gentle man I once had? Is it the elegant and elegant husband who always smiles and makes me feel at ease? All good things are just a lie. Just like a poppy, the more beautiful and enchanting it is, the more dangerous it is. I can't find a way out. When the tears run out, there is no longer a smile or tears on my face. I live only for...
I sneered, why don't you come in? Do we still need to be polite to each other? I saw a flash of pain in his eyes and then returned to deathly silence. He came in and looked at me silently. Soon, a familiar body appeared in front of me again. "Come here, honey, if you want your father to be safe..."
Look at the several lives of love between me and the Buddha, the gray mood, the illusion of true love, so tortured yet so in love, and the love crystal that his tears turned into in the fire. But soon I felt myself slowly becoming lighter...