He said that he had been looking for me for ten years. He said that he had lived lifeless for ten years, like a walking zombie. He said that he had been waiting for me for ten years. I thought all this was true and my heart was happy. But when I saw his wife appear, I realized that I was just a persistence that he could not get.
At this moment, my heart was as gray as ashes, and I had shed three thousand worries. From then on, I would always be with the ancient Buddha Qing Deng. In the following decades, he was unstoppable and came to the nunnery to find me regardless of rain or shine, but I never had any trouble.
In two years, he never came to the nunnery. I thought he had finally given up, but I was not disappointed in my heart. I thought I had finally let go. His wife came to the nunnery and told me that he hoped to see me for the last time. Monks do not care about life and death. But the master told me that since I had let go, why not fulfill the regrets of the dying person? I followed his wife down the mountain.
His face was sallow and thin, and only his eyes were rolling. I finally believed that this man who had been entangled with me for half my life was finally leaving.
Intention: Nowadays, those pure loves are becoming less and less. Some people euphemistically call them independent, but those pure loves that last forever are still touching. I don't blame you, I don't hate you, I just love you, I hope you are well, but I am also sad, but two people in love are not the same. Time flies, and there is always some nostalgia. Many years later, when we have matured a lot, but at a certain moment, we still miss the original passion.