The Buddha said that we are two different curves that do not intersect one day, so the splendor of the collision of unseen faces and extravagant hopes is transformed into shallow thoughts and thoughts in the heart, gently wrapped around the fingers of life

Buddha said

We are two different curves

There is no meeting for a day

thereupon

A face you've never seen before

The brilliance of the collision in extravagant hope

All turned into shallow thoughts in the heart

Thoughts, gentle entanglements in the fingers of life

It's squishy, full of faint words　

Buddha said　

We'll follow our respective trajectories

Run to the doomed end　

Maybe in this life, I can only imagine you

Listen to the footsteps in the space

Judgment has been through the storm

When I came 

Whose story you are wandering in

And when you finally turn around gently

Have I gone?

#Meiwen# Image from the web