2, bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing, and enjoy it. Secondly, I hear music, which comes from moonlight and body. Assisting extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty, the whole life is full of fierceness and innocence. There are always memories running through the world. I believe in myself. When I die, I am like a beautiful autumn leaf, full of prosperity and chaos, and my posture is like smoke. Even if it withers, it will retain its muscular fullness, clear pride and mystery. I hear love, and I believe it.
3. Love is a struggling blue-green algae, like a faint wind, passing through the vein of my blood loss and standing in the faith of years. I believe everything can be heard, even predictable. I met another self, but I can't grasp some moments. No matter what you look at, what you lost will never come back. Look at the hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way. I missed some frequently and was deeply touched by wind, frost, rain and snow. Five, Prajna paramita, one by one. Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves. What do you care?