Sorry I'm late. I knew I was late, but I had no choice! Because time had not given me a chance, and I could not always live with a shadow.

Since that day, I have seen blue birds and flying fish, lighting beacon fires and songs, and the boiling clouds have boiled in the clouds to boil the Wolf Pavilion of the Celestial Empire.

The Buddha said that if you let go, you can't let go. The torn tiles are like layers of me. Heart, after a fleeting and fleeting tormenting me in no order, finally chose to compromise me.

The color of the sea, not just blue. More than that, it's an unknown silence. This silence silently tormented my brokenness, but I didn't feel it.

When I was younger, I pieced myself together. Just to break off ignorant and meaningless love. After so many years, I once tried to ask the Buddha if my existence still has meaning to this world, but the Buddha did not answer me. I don't blame the Buddha, and the Buddha won't blame me.

I always think too much, why do I have to live, how tired I am to live like this! I think I should live, because the Buddha said that people have to live well in order to have the time and energy to do meaningful things.

Gravel hangs in the air, flooding the universe. Finally, make a poisonous spell and choose a silence. The thunderbolt on a sunny day, the rising waves rose an endless fate, and finally stranded the end of my heart.

The color is positive, but love has exhausted my tenderness. The autumn gully splashed a whole light of ink. From now on there is no future, no future after the future.

On the side of the shock, I can't escape. Wolong is in fire, dominating the sky and the earth. Devouring the dust, resolutely breaking away from the dependence that my body gave me.

I haven't had time yet, I haven't told you yet. I finally opened the mound of unfinished but unbearable perseverance. There will be no you in the breeze from now on, and I will accompany you here in the six reincarnations.

I'm sorry, I love you!

The Buddha said, "I'm not the heaven or the earth you want." I'm afraid I'll forget you, and I'll never remember that you're my Bodhi.

Since 1983, since I don't love you anymore. Blood stained the scarf I jokingly gave you, and what shape my heart was, I don't know.

I gave up my resistance because I was desperate. Sigh, I said, I live for you, because of you. After I didn't have you, I often went to the back of the mountain, I saw the sea, I saw the autumn, and I saw the endless love for you.

The sky is floating, and the white clouds are dogs. Above the moon, memories grow on me like mottled moss, and the sun no longer misses me, because I can never go back to the past, never to be the same again.

Gain the Tao, lose the Tao, have no Tao, have the Tao, learn the Tao, ask the Tao......

The neighing of the horses and the rumbling of the chariots were stronger than the strength of the wine. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, war generally makes complicated things simple at the end. The high load of fantasies is like a parasite, like the longing I once asked for blindness.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, can't get it, can't let it go, can't love, resentment and hatred...... What the eight sufferings gave me was the same as what the war gave me! The five yin and yang are also the yang – hell or heaven.

The Six Realms of Reincarnation and/or the Eight Sufferings of Life:

Birth, old age, sickness, death

Can't get it, can't love it, can't wait for it, and the five yin are prosperous

Six Paths: Enlightenment, Non-Taoism, Attainment, Loss, Preaching, and Asking

Love parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for, can't let go

Birth, old age, sickness, death

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