I once said that I missed my lovesickness unintentionally, but the fragrance of the lotus came to my tarsal bones before I could finish it.
The lotus pond in full bloom, with its pure white flowers and fiery red leaves, is both pure and charming, very much like that person.
The flowers bloomed in an instant, and we missed it by thousands of years.
The time has passed, the red leaves have faded, and the incense burns ashes. Will you be safe now? Looking back, I feel sad.
The clear water is far away, the red leaves are withering, and the sea is full of tears. I look forward to the present day. The only thing I can say is loneliness.
Staring deep into the eyes, who is waiting? For whom does that tenderness of looking back bloom for? Staring deep in the eyes, there is a lingering feeling and half a roll of love entangled.
There are so many legends... But what is the truth? There is only a little bit of truth that future generations will know.
Canghai Tears... Is the name of this pool of red leaves.
Sanskrit Paramita
From this cloud to the other shore
Interpretation of birth and death
The birth and death of attachment
like water with waves
It's called this shore
Leaving the country without birth and death
flowing like water
That's called the other side
The realm of life and death
call it this shore
Beyond the realm of life and death
call it the other side
It's the other side of nirvana
Buddha talks about the other shore
no life no death
No pain, no sorrow
No desires or desires
It is a paradise where all sorrows are forgotten
So what is reality, the invisible reality... Who can truly know the sorrow of the soul.
Conception: