"If life can really be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world,
So, my love, what were we in our previous lives?
If you were once a woman picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River,
I must be the one you missed under your bright wrist
If you were once that urchin who skipped school,
I must be the brand new marble dropped from your bag,
In the grass beside the road, watching you go away without knowing anything
If you were once a monk facing the wall,
I will be the stick of incense burning in front of the temple,
I spent a quiet time with you.
Therefore, when we meet in this life,
I always feel that there is some unfinished future, but I am still in a daze.
I can't distinguish them carefully, and I can't tell you one by one. "