There is no one in the empty mountain, but there are orchids. The flowers are invisible and the fragrance is clear and pleasant. The flying stream flows down dangerous cliffs, and is sometimes covered by the cross wind. The fragrance has not been smelled for a long time, and the mountain is deep and the road is full of worries. The grass is so green, and the bright morning glow shines brightly. How close it is, as small as the end of the sky. Sitting on a white stone with a piano, I sighed three times at dusk.
The world of mortals, the sound of Sanskrit, and the last glance back have penetrated deep into the soul.
Ruolan originally thought that the man in Tsing Yi chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha in front of the Buddha was the happiness she had found after traveling through thousands of years. However, beware that your heart is riddled with holes, are you still clinging to the solemn vows made that day? You thought everything was settled and there would be no more waves, but who would have thought that fate would once again stir up a thousand waves?