But I don't know.
Among all sentient beings, the encounter between looking back.
Cherish which one, and break which one.
Which is good karma and which is destiny takes a hand's love?
So I asked Buddha zu
Buddha said that fate has its own fate.
I don't understand. I will ask the Buddha to help me.
Buddha said, you go to that mortal world
If I come from there, you will go there, too.
You will know what fate is.
So I went and the Buddha shook his head.
I became a sokcho person.
Autumn withers and spring is born.
The spring and autumn of thirty-five years
I have read all the articles about warmth and cold.
I have seen all the tears and dust in the depths of the world.
So I know what the Buddha said.
I see, there are stupid men and women in the world.
Meet, in the sea of people
Get to know each other, in the wind and rain
Love each other, in a vegetarian cooking kitchen.
Leave each other, on the edge of catkins flying.
Forget each other, under the sunset glow
Fate is not fate.
Dashan's ruthless contempt for ants.
Fate is a relentless trickle.
You can see it and feel it.
But I can't catch it, I can't catch it.
I can only watch it leave in pain.
So the Buddha said, cherish fate.
Because fate is among all sentient beings.
piddling stream
Is to seize the helplessness and ruthlessness.
What is the relationship between good and evil?
All beings still have to worry about not being able to hold on.
So I went back to the foot of the Buddha.
I asked the Buddha, and I understood the fate.
But a confused person.
Buddha said that man is the source, and water should gush from the source.
Follow the edge of this trickle and go far.
Waiting for stupid waiting by the waterway
It turns out that fate is
Doomed destruction
People are
Wait silently
This is a game.
A beautiful mistake was doomed from the beginning.