I am the lotus before Buddha. I have been sleeping for 500 years, and this life has become a butterfly, resting on your shoulder. No oath, no birth, only a little bit of acacia precipitation. ...
I am a lotus in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva. After 500 years of hard work, I counted the swaying light and shadow on the water alone and looked at the pedestrians passing by the Buddha lazily.