Buddha said, originally there was nothing, so how could it cause dust?
You once laughed and said that I was originally a pebble in your heart, but after going through countless hardships, I was finally polished into a pearl that you wanted to protect throughout your life.
I was angry and said that you just fulfilled my girl's wish to come down to earth and try out love, hate, and sorrow, and you happened to become the cinnabar mole in my heart.
However, I have always forgotten our differences and the little sadness hidden between your eyebrows - the mourning that I have tried my best to heal in my life.
It's spring again in February, the wind is blowing, the flowers are falling, and everything is over.
The flowers bloomed but no one knew about them.
The only question is, who takes this floating life and messes up the fleeting time?