Shamed lovers come from afar, although the opposite sex still exists.
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life like?
If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If I were a monk with a wall, I would be a burning incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you.
So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.
On that day,
I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;
In January of that year,
I shake all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingertips;
That year,
Kowtow and climb the mountain,
Not for the audience,
Just to stick to your warmth;
At that time,
Put mountains, water and pagodas,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the road.
In January of that year,
I gently turned all the curved pipes,
Not to cross, just to touch your fingerprints;
That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust.
Not to worship Buddha, just to stick to your warmth;
At that time, I searched hundreds of mountains,
Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road;
It's just that that night, I forgot everything,
Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,
Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha,
Has long lost its former glory.