My Love Is Like Quicksand

In that scattered season, a seed of love was quietly sown, just like the breeze blowing through the petals and the fragrance passing through the tip of the nose. If possible, I would turn into soil to nurture that seed; accompany it to break out of the ground and experience the wind and rain; let it thrive under the irrigation of love, which is originally a spring in life! It turns out that loving someone is possible, and seeing her happy is also a kind of happiness! Although my body cannot stay with her, my heart will always beat only for her, in this life and the next life... Buddha said: Destiny is ice, I held the ice in my arms, and when the ice melted, I found that the Destiny was gone; Destinations come and go, Destinations gather and disperse, Dependencies arise and they arise, and Destinations fall and they perish; Sow the cause, reap the fruit, everything is created by the mind.