One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi. If the world is all in the dust, love or hate are just innocent desires in reincarnation, right?
The unbreakable will always be unbreakable. For thousands of years, there are still infatuated women who have knelt before the Buddha for five hundred years, just asking to be turned into a tree and grow on the road he must pass, and then silently pray to meet him at the most beautiful time; there are always young girls who are pregnant with spring, melancholy that the colorful flowers are blooming, but they are all abandoned in ruins and buried under the plum blossoms, and they also want to be with the person in the dream in the next life...
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