The Buddha said, "The flowers bloom on the other shore. When the flowers bloom on the other shore, there is only a ball of fiery red. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. We miss each other but cannot see each other, and we walk alone on the other shore."
The flowers on the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore. The heart on this shore can only wander on this shore.
How many fireworks are lost in the wind and rain. How many dreams in the world are gone eastward with the water. What you see is extinguished and what disappears is remembered. When it blooms in full bloom, the flowers are gone...
The memory left behind is just a field of flower petals... When the wind blows it away, it is gone...
That night, we met in a dream. You are a white rootless lotus, and I am a red flower from the other side. You are as pale as snow, and I am as red as blood; you fall into the water of Tianshan Mirror Pond, and I am lonely in the underworld and the long road to the underworld. At that moment, falling in love with you was doomed, there was no way to escape, there was no way to escape. I will keep waiting, three thousand days will pass, and the stars will pass. You will finally grow old, and I will still fall. When you come to the ferry, the dark river in front of you is gurgling, and you will give me a faint smile. Po Meng's soup bowl is empty. When you step on the Naihe Bridge, your heart will be as calm as water, and your heart will be as heavy as stone. I closed the branches of flowers, my heart was broken, and I was hopeless. The lingering fragrance of flowers in my veins was no match for the forgetfulness of bitterness and lack of soup. I'm still alive, I have no soul, only sex, but I insist on loving you...
Now, Sasuke, you know, I actually love you.