In my previous life, I must have been the spider under the beam, and you must have been the nectar on the leaf.
In order to meet you, I have prayed in front of the Buddha for five hundred years.
Five hundred years of smoke and fragrance, five hundred years of wind, frost, snow and fog, I pray before the Buddha.
Please allow me to meet you.
Even one life, one year, one day, I would exchange it for five hundred years.
Buddha laughs at me for being crazy.
Buddha has mercy on my idiot.
Buddha sighs that I am crazy.
So we moved around in the world, each experiencing the tribulations of reincarnation.
Finally, today, I meet you.
However, it was too late.
It's too late, we meet each other after life is finalized;
It's too late, we recognize each other when the passion ends.
It's too late, my heart is full of scars from the emotional struggle;
It's too late, you can't bear the worldly condemnation.
So, I took my heart to the Buddha and prayed.
Five hundred years later, at the beginning of Hongmeng, I am your only one.
I slept in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, until one day I met you and I shed a melancholy tear. The Buddha said: I became a Buddha because I have no love. How can you become a Buddha because you are greedy for the world? I repent. Buddha said: Repentance is useless. You have an unfinished relationship, go ahead and renew your marriage, I will wait for you to come back. For this reason, I have prayed under the Bodhi tree for five hundred years...
In that life, you were the ancient temple and I was the green lantern;
In that life, you were a falling flower and I was an embroiderer;
In that life, you were Qingshi and I was Yue Yaer;
In that life, you were the strong man and I was the horse.
I know that I will be bound to you for the rest of my life.
So I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for 500 years, begging him to let me meet you at the most beautiful time, and begging him to let us have a beautiful relationship.
Looking at your tears, looking at your eyes, passing over my head, in the story with your existence, any ending will be good. The sunset was gentle, and I heard many fresh and unfamiliar laughter ringing in my ears, so I thought: Three lives have passed, will you still be there in the next life?
Fate is destiny and man-made, fate determines three lives. Do you believe that love will have an afterlife? Please look at the hidden flowers:
"I prayed before the Buddha for five hundred years"