Make a wish before the Buddha,

A wish that will never be forgotten,

A wound in the heart that is hard to forget,

It's a mark that is deeply seared in my heart,

It is deeply engraved on the heart like a scar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That's a meaningless wish,

Because the wisher ...... The people to be protected are long gone from this world.

A wish to pray for him, pray for him, wish for him.

But that he turned into smoke with the wind,

So what's the use of all of this?

What's the use of all this?

And what can be done again?

"Ah......h

I came across burning incense in negligence.

She was burned by the burning incense,

In the midst of fiery pain,

She was numb and her eyes were wet and dazed,

It's so sluggish.

It's so irreparable,

It's a memory that can't be returned,

It's a frustration that can't come back,

Still can't keep it anymore.

An incense burner that fell to the ground,

The censer was full of ashes,

The gray, steaming soot,

That's the gray that pours out.

-- The heart is like ashes.

Is it the gray of incense, or the gray of death,

Or the gray of the ashes, so gray, so white,

It's so tearful, it's so hard to find.

Ask the heart, ask the sky, ask the earth, ask the sea,

Searching for that piece of sky,

In the midst of that sea of people,

From the darkness of the early hours of the night,

Slowly and without a trace to find the red light of the sunset,

Then to seek and to seek,

But I found that at that moment when I looked up at the sky,

It was dark, and it was so dark in an instant.

The darkness of the sky was like the darkness of the eyes,

Like the eyes of a blind man...... Blinded.

Lose the sky of the sun,

Eyes that lose their light and vision,

loses the temperature of light and heat.

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In the world,

She was still gasping for breath so slowly, so silently.

It's so dying, it's so quiet,

Listen to the sound of that drop dropping.

What kind of sound does that sound drop by drop?

It was the sound of drops of blood.

She calmly felt the blood flowing out of her body,

She listened calmly to the silence of the blood dripping on the ground,

It's silent, but it's as if you can hear it.

There she shook her head weakly, as if she had seen a hallucination.

It was as if he heard a voice from heaven, as if he heard his voice again.

It was his cold and resolute voice: "Get out! ”