A red line, three lifetimes of karma. Hundreds of lanterns are gathered together, and thousands of houses are lit. The moon turns to dawn, covered with snow. The beauty has passed away, and I can't help but cry. Misty, blossoming red plum blossoms. The shore knows that the ice and snow are stained with blood. White plum blossoms hang on the branches, and red plum blossoms accompany them. "The fate is not over, the thread is not broken, it is an illusion, and it is finally a yellow beam dream. The mirror has been broken, the lamp has been extinguished, and there is no king in the world of mortals." The white plum has fallen, and the red plum has also fallen.
Overcome with hatred, plant poison for love. On the great day, red and white intersect. The flowers and candles in the wedding room last only a moment. People are like chess, things are like play, and drama. One wrong step, every wrong step. This advice is beyond your reach. "Human beings are impermanent, and life is also impermanent. Birth, old age, illness, and death, love, hate, and resentment are all part of the mortal world." Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger. Since ancient times, emperors have been ruthless, but they are actually beauties. Yin is you, Yue is you, can you recognize Mu?
"There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: The flower on the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. The flower on the other shore blooms on the other shore. When the flower blooms, there are no leaves, and when the leaves grow, there are no flowers. The flowers and leaves do not meet each other, and life and death are inseparable."
The thin shadow of the moon is pale across the window, and the sparse flowers shine brightly in the rain.
The fate is endless, the love remains unchanged, and reincarnations are repeated thousands of times, just like that, in the end, we love each other!
Intention: boring