The former five hundred times, change a life disappeared the rub shoulders

Perhaps, your past lives is a wisp of TongYun shadow in semi-darkness, sky, across the desolate's smoke marks, Po scattered return water tender heart Buddha, listen to the voice of the gods, pity. Maybe, I past are a drop of tears, glittering and translucent by the Buddha's eye, fall xiangtang grammy-winning prosperous. In the season of flying over the condensed is broken, petals on the lovesickness the dew, but calls no sleep, and had to wake up the elves of the early in the morning to...... the quietly

If you are enjoying the wild cool breeze, I is for you and recovery of the grass. If you are swimming heaven of clouds, in the clouds brewing will I rain. If you are the field clear streams, and I will swim streams of fish. Is the embodiment of all things-you, and I still will hug you, but because there is something you have me, your life!!!!!

So, I asked the Buddha,

I incarnation as a bodhi tree, you by my side, I'm shaking branches and leaves, only for you, but you are looking in, fleeting.

I waited in five hundred, I asked the Buddha, Buddha said: "why five hundred times, a change of the disappeared rub shoulders."

Buddha said marriage by day all

In the vast crowd, we, pass by. I smiled, waiting for five hundred years, and five hundred years of disappeared...

Life is like a dream, because life existence the unknown future; Dream life, because such as said dream will only have the desire of life. Doomed outcomes, such as spring the voices of flowers, sweet sound.