That year, there were fireworks in the candlelight, and I sat in the futon meditation and asked the Buddha gently, what is the love, why do you gather less and leave more? The Buddha is silent, you bow your head and don't speak.
That year, the Sanskrit sound was surrounded by incense, and I prayed sincerely and asked the Buddha silently. I looked at you, you looked at the Buddha.
On that day, the smile flickered in the Buddha's light, and I clasped my hands together and muttered to the Buddha, love, the song is over, why are there still demons? You don't say a word, you think quietly.
On that day, the rosary was wet with tears, and I chanted and worshiped and quietly asked the Buddha, heart, take refuge in my Buddha, why is there still rain? You are not sad or happy, you are silent.
That day, I asked the Buddha if it was possible to turn me into a lonely stone bridge, waiting for a thousand years for you to pass by, and exchange you for a heart-to-heart encounter; On that day, I asked the Buddha if it was possible to turn me into a migratory bird that had reclaimed the sea, and to fill up the sea after a lot of hardships, so that you could live with each other for the rest of your life.
At that moment, who copied the auspicious prayer flags into your color? The affectionate eyebrows softened whose good night and dream; At that moment, who engraved the white snow lotus into the petals of love? The corners of the fragrant lips kissed someone's dream.
You said that a lotus flower can grow a warm flower. Each fragrant fragrance can nourish each other's souls; You said that that wisp of green smoke can bring out the temperature of love, and every inch of the vein can warm each other's lives.
In this life, I am Qinglian, and you are Yunyan. The edge on the Sansheng Stone is gentle and quiet, how many whispers and joy are entangled in a Zen heart, and how many nights like water are entangled in a wisp of cold smoke; In this life, I am the bell and you are the incense. Three thousand thoughts like water, long and lingering, how many red dust and a dream have been awakened by the clear sound, and how much love has been burned out by the lingering fragrance.
The Buddha said that if you don't meet, how can you get together; If you don't know each other, how can you be lovesick. All things are reborn, flowers bloom and fall, that is not loneliness, that is a love flower in the world; The Buddha said, if you don't see each other, how can you fall in love; If you don't accompany each other, you can't owe each other. All living beings, the origin and fall, that is not a sin, that is a moth in the world to fight the fire.
At that moment, the rain poured down the city, and the tears were in the eyes; At that moment, the snow poured into the city, and the heart was like a desert; At that moment, the Bodhi blossom bloomed, and I gave the earthly edge to the Buddha.