The arrow of time penetrates the fetters; the fragrance of magnolia stretches over the past and present lives.
Prosperity and elegance, destiny and faith; every move, every sword and spear, every frown and every smile, every anger and anger.
The sound of her piano surrounds all sentient beings in the world, and the sound of his flute surrounds the many tricks of fate;
If the outcome has already been determined, is this waiting worth a lifetime of attachment?
Time turns waiting into looking forward, and looking forward makes people's hearts feel extremely lonely.
Even if I give everything I have, it will only be for the promise of the past life and the sorrow of this life...