The first life of Sansheng Stone
In that life, you were the ancient temple and I was the green lamp; in that life, you were the falling flower and I was the embroidery girl; in that life, you were the clear stone, I am Yue Ya'er; in that life, you were a strong man and I was a horse. I know that I will be bound to you for the rest of my life. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, asking him to let me meet you at the most beautiful time, asking the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship, and the Buddha turned me into a tree to grow where you must pass. The roadside, under the sun, is full of flowers. Each one is my expectation in the past life. When you come closer, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally walked by without a care. What fell on the ground behind you, my friend, was not a flower petal, it was my withered heart. I withered like this. The moment I died, I saw the surprise on your face clearly. You held up my branches and leaves, and your clothes were wet with tears. At that moment, I smiled. When I returned to the Buddha, I couldn't stop crying and couldn't kneel down. The Buddha lowered his head and sighed.
The second life of Sanshengshi
In that life, you were the emperor and I was a prisoner of war. You are so high-spirited and young. After my father and brother rebelled, you were furious. I was filled with guilt and pain. You killed all my people, robbed me and brought me back to the palace, bringing back a foreign princess covered in plain clothes. You said, you waited so hard for me, but you will love me, take care of me, and stay with me forever. Yes, I love you. In the cycle of life, how much have I looked forward to meeting you again. However, I took out the dagger from your waist and stabbed it into my heart. I opened my eyes silently and said softly: "I'm sorry." Yes, I renounced myself in front of you like this. I was cruel. While I was dying, I saw your great anger and sadness. I heard your helpless screams echoing throughout the palace. You bit your middle finger and put a drop of blood on it. My wrist, I swear to the sky, use it as a seal to never abandon me. At that moment, my heart broke...
三生石三世
I After struggling in the sea of ??suffering and pleading for 700 years, the Buddha was finally willing to forgive me and extended his holy lotus hand to me, allowing me to meet you again, but you don't remember me. I gently held my wrist, and the blood-red birthmark was actually burning. In order to trace the origin of this past life, I held a handful of broken old things under your aloof figure. Smile at me, even if there is a thousand miles away in that smile, my heart will move. Glare at me. If there is infatuated reproach in that glare, I have no regrets. But you just ignored it. Every night, I pray to God with tears in my eyes. If you look at me, I will die of happiness. If you don't look at me, I will die of pain. Is it true that loving someone means life and death and being willing to do so? And you still ignore it. My heart is filled with pain and happiness while waiting. I smile and watch you walk by me without a care, and watch your eyes pass over my head. In the story with your existence, any ending will be good.
The sunset was gentle, and I heard many fresh and unfamiliar laughter ringing in my ears, so I thought: Three lives have passed, will you still be there in the next life?