Ninth Lady

She: “A green lamp and an ancient temple, sutras in hand as I serve the Buddha. That is the best place for me.”

He: “No! If you cut off your hair, you might as well take my life! I’ll braid your hair and paint your brows with my own hands! Wait for me!”

She: “Why cling to me so? In life after life, there will come a day when we meet again in the cycle of reincarnation...”

He: “I only want this life! Wait for me!”