At that time, you were an ancient temple and I was a blue lamp;
At that time, you were a fallen flower and I was an embroidered mother;
At that time, you were a bluestone and I was a crescent moon;
At that time, you were a strong man and I was a fine horse.
I know I will always be attached to you.
So I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for 500 years.
Ask him to let me meet you at the most beautiful time,
Ask him to let us have a good relationship.
The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass.
In the sunshine, I am full of flowers carefully.
Flowering was my expectation in my last life,
Trembling leaves are my waiting tears.
However, you finally walked through regardless.
Fell all over the floor behind you,
That is not a petal, that is my withered heart.
That's how I withered. At the moment I died,
I saw the surprise on your face. You lifted my branch, and my skirt was wet with tears.
At that moment, I smiled I can't afford to kneel before returning to the Buddha.
The Buddha hung his head and sighed.
second generation
At that time, you were the emperor and I was a prisoner of war.
You are really in high spirits.
After my father and brother rebelled, you flew into a rage.
I am full of guilt and pain.
You killed all my people and took me back to the palace,
Bring back an alien princess in white.
You said that you waited for me so hard that you would love me,
Take care of me and be together forever.
Yes, I love you. In the cycle of life,
What expectations did I come to see you with?
However, I took the dagger out of your waist and stabbed it in my heart.
I silently opened my eyes wide and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Yes, I just killed myself in front of you. I'm so cruel.
On my deathbed, I saw your great sorrow and sorrow.
I heard the whole palace echoing your helpless wail,
You bit your middle finger and dropped a drop of blood on my wrist.
Swear to heaven, take this as a seal and never abandon me,
At that moment, my heart broke. Do you remember?
This is the second one on the Sansheng Stone.
third generation
I struggled and begged for 700 years,
The Buddha finally forgave me and extended a lotus hand to me.
Let me meet you again, but you don't remember me.
Hold your wrist gently, and the red birthmark is burning.
For the unfinished traces of this past life,
I hold a broken old story under your arrogant body.
Smile at me, even though there are thousands of miles away in that smile, I am still moved.
Glare at me. If there is infatuation in that bright light, I have no regrets.
But you just ignore it. Every night, I pray to God in tears.
If you look at me, I will die happily.
If you don't look at me, I will die of pain.
Is it so willing to love someone?
And you still ignore it. My waiting heart is painful and happy,
I smiled and watched you walk past me in desperation.
Looking at your tears, looking at your eyes, passing over my head,
The story with you, no matter how it ends.
The setting sun is gentle, and there are many fresh and strange laughter in my ears.
So I thought: Three lives have passed, and the afterlife, are you still there?