Horizon
a cloud made of rain
slowly
Close, close
Misty and misty
It's like my mood is flying
Five hundred years of prayer
Five hundred years of hope
Flowers that have been fruitless for five hundred years bloomed
your indifference
my petals
It's the broken heart that falls to the ground silently
Only after practicing for a hundred lives can we sail together in the same boat, and only after practicing for a thousand lives can we sleep together on the same pillow. The gazes that we stared at five hundred times in the previous life are exchanged for the one brush with each other in this life.
The young monk realizes that his soul has returned to his previous life inadvertently, and a love that has been separated for five hundred years quietly arises.
You are the colorful sparrow on the Bodhi tree, and I am an ever-bright lamp in front of the Buddha, entwined endlessly in past and present lives.
Li You's home:
All my articles are in it, welcome to collect them, thank you!
Geese leave their voices when they pass by, and people take their photos when they pass by. Even a chicken feather flying by can leave some trace of its flavor. Don't keep your head down and remain silent. You still need to give some opinions on whether it is good or bad!
Intention: