On an autumn day two hundred years ago,
I turned into a fallen leaf on the maple tree,
Waiting for you to gently caress me and put me into the dust;
Today, two hundred years later,
I turned into a stone bridge beside the West River,
Looking forward to the traces of your passing and waiting to see your face again.
This is the deep obsession of one soul to another soul.
Intention: Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are impermanent and changeable, which is the dust of karma and thoughts of karma.