In my last life, I looked back frequently, and my parting handkerchief floated into the clouds. How much lovesickness, how much sadness, finally turned into a water mark to send me away. In this life, I look for lost footprints in previous lives. Cross the mountains and rivers and walk into your eyes.
Looking back 500 times in the past life, brushing in this life, standing in front of you a thousand times. Ask Buddha: How many times do you have to look back before you can really live in your heart? The Buddha was speechless and had to look back frequently. Like a moth to a fire, it can be reckless or without reason.
Looking back, looking back again, thousands of times, you are in my eyes, in my heart. I often look back and look forward to your gentleness. I look back frequently, longing to be together.
In a previous life, I looked back on the boat. Lotus leaves, one by one, connect the sadness in my eyes. In this life, the Buddha has fulfilled my thoughts and let me enter your eyes. I'm tired after looking for it for a long time. Just want to stop in your arms, just want your hand to wipe the tears off my face, just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands.
Don't ask me why I have been looking for you all my life. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang, and I was worried about you. Don't ask me why I am crying. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang. I still remember the despair when I left in my last life. Say I cried with joy and tears fell on your lapel.
All kinds of sorrows in previous lives have blossomed into dense lilacs. I just want to join hands with you and watch that flower blossom into five petals under the tree to predict happiness for us.
In this life, I still often look back. In this life, I still don't drink Meng Po Tang, and I'll find you in the afterlife. In the afterlife, I will hold hands with you to find the five petals.