Dreaming Back to a Flourishing Age

Buddha says: The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and withers for a thousand years. Flower and leaf never meet.

In that life, I knelt before Buddha for five hundred years, not to become a Buddha, but only to see you...

(This story is set in a fictional world!)

Theme: Dreaming of a thousand years ago, searching for the moments that have been forgotten.