You are an ancient temple,
I am the green lantern; At that time,
You are a fallen flower,
I am embroidered mother;
At that time,
You're cleaning stones,
I am the moon bud; At that time,
You are a strong man,
I am a good horse.
I know,
I will always be with 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.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow up in the way you must go.
In the sunshine,
I carefully bloomed with flowers,
Flowering was my expectation in my last life,
Trembling leaves are my waiting tears.
However, you,
Finally, I walked through it regardless of everything.
Fell all over the floor behind you,
That's not a petal,
That's my withered heart.
That's how I withered,
At the moment of my death,
I saw the surprise on your face,
You hold my branches and leaves,
Tears wet my skirt.
At that moment,
I am smiling.
Back to the Buddha,
I can't stop crying,
I can't afford to kneel
The Buddha bowed his head,
Sigh.
Do you remember? This is the first time on the Sansheng Stone. ...
At that time,
You are the emperor,
I am a prisoner of war,
You're so high-spirited,
Teenagers are successful.
After my father and brother rebelled,
You're angry.
I feel guilty,
It hurts all over.
You killed all my people,
Take me back to the palace,
Bring back an alien princess in white.
You say,
You've been waiting for me,
You will love me,
Will take care of me,
Be together forever.
Yes,
I love you,
In the cycle of life,
What expectations did I come to see you with?
However, I,
Take the dagger out of the waist and stab it in the heart.
I silently opened my eyes. "I'm sorry.
"yes,
I just interrupted myself in front of you,
I'm cruel,
As I lay dying,
I saw your great grief and sorrow,
I heard the whole palace echoing your helpless wail,
You bite your middle finger,
Drop a drop of blood on my wrist,
I swear to God,
With this as a seal,
Never abandon me,
At that moment,
My heart is broken. Do you remember? This is the second one on the Sansheng Stone.
In my third life, I struggled in the sea of suffering.
Begging for 700 years,
The Buddha finally forgave me,
Ask me to extend my lotus hand,
Let me meet you again.
But you don't remember me.
Hold your wrist gently,
That bloody 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 that smile is thousands of miles away,
I am also very sad
Glare at me,
If there is infatuation blame in that dazzling eyes,
I have no regrets.
But you just ignore it.
Every night,
I prayed to the gods with tears,
If you look at me,
I will die happily,
If you don't look at me,
I will die painfully.
Is it so willing to love someone? And you,
Just ignore it.
My waiting heart is painful and happy,
I smiled and watched you walk past me in desperation.
Looking into your eyes fascinates me,
In the story of your existence,
No matter how it ends.
Time flies in the wind around us,
For a hundred years,
Millennium,
Ten thousand years,
No one knows this hundred years of waiting,
A thousand years of love,
How will the 10 thousand-year attachment eventually disappear?
Maybe after a while,
I see a trace of confusion in your arrogant eyes,
Epiphany,
Some tenderness,
That's enough for me.
The sunset is gentle,
Listening to many fresh and weird laughter in my ear,
So I thought: Three lifetimes have passed,
The afterlife,
Are you still there?