Who owes whom this life?

In my previous life, I owed someone a stringed sound to stop together and never be separated.

In this life, you curse me that I will never see each other for the rest of my life.

The years are scattered, a figure appears from time to time, not far away, and it is difficult for me to get close. Sound and smile is so friendly, so want to touch, want to blend into that world. Compile a lot of fairy tale scenes, share poetic life with you, singing and whispering.

Close your eyes and take a picture, afraid, open your eyes and dissipate.

Sit alone in the middle of the night, quiet, let your thoughts fiddle with love.

Looking into the distance, speechless, only accompanied by faint pain

Low brow contemplation, no fault, how can there be these heart-wrenching grievances?

It's about, I don't owe you, who do you owe? You went to pay the love debt. If you owe me, how can you pay it back? Don't say thousands of years of waiting, believe in reincarnation. It is too far away, as long as I do not owe each other in this life, do not hate, do not leave regret.

Related to, owe to the previous life, this life is difficult to see, half a life of spiritual practice is only good. We owe each other. We shouldn't go on and on. Don't say that it doesn't count as a blessing in youth, but a blessing in old age. Those who said that even if they believed, how could they wait too long. Suffering the world, no one wants to see each other without seeing each other, and they are at a loss.

Spring flowers withered, summer rain mournful, looking at the autumn of others, waiting for the winter snow is still the only appreciation.

Always hold your head high so that your fragility will not be perceived; raise the corners of your lips to hide your inner fatigue and desolation. Whether you owe it or not, there is a time limit for the soul to return. Looking at the end of the world, wandering feelings, can not stand the broken pieces from the war, bang hit the mind, cone sharp bone peeling off tenderness.

Before the Buddha, pious sent a message: "if we meet, the hearts are connected, the poor are not separated from each other, the rich and noble are prosperous together, the two sides are not deceiving each other, and they are accompanied day and night."

Author: looking up at the moonlight