Song Futan's writings mainly revealed his infatuation, but now, it is a more hidden voice, his struggle under misunderstanding, and also his confession.
Lan He was stunned after hearing this, and all he could think of were their previous meetings, by the side of the road, in the temple, in the dark, and before dawn. In his opinion, he did not know the other person's name or identity, but in Song Futan, they were on different paths in life and death. What was the mood he had been in all this time?
"So, the soul in this body is not the human world, the white clouds and green mountains are not Dharma images, everything I see is you..." Song Futan's cold voice was a little hoarse, "I want to ask you, can you be with me?"
Even if the soul is not separated, the spirit is still in the body and it is not like the human world. It is said that the Buddhas do not leave signs and cannot be expressed in words. They can be anything, such as white clouds and green mountains, green bamboo and yellow flowers. The master said that there is no law outside the mind, but at that time, everything he saw was only related to Lan He.
Lan He only felt that she was wrapped in his soft words like the romantic spring. If it weren't for the accumulation of each heartbeat, how could she feel that the world suddenly became narrow, her heartbeat became extremely loud, and her eyes became wet.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...