This exists because of that. This exists because of that. This arises because of that. There is no reason for this. This exists because of that. This disappears because of that.
Time passes, and the deepest pain in my heart passes away,
When she has no way to love, she can only choose silence,
Far away from his world, far away from his palace,
If there is a cause, there will be an effect, and if there is an effect, there will be a cause.
Seeing everything she lost, this is what she realized,
Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it be stained with dust?
Maybe this is the best place for her...
My little Yuer's masterpiece:
Intention: