Unite Hearts, Entwine Destinies: A Love That Endures
Beauty isn't born of virginity, but of a peach blossom tree fully grown; regrettably, peach blossoms easily fall, and fallen petals are more sentimental than you.
When still, cultivate stillness; when active, observe the world; when recalling the past, the beloved lingers before your eyes. If you use this heart as a guide to learn the Dharma, how difficult would it be to become an enlightened being?
Let us weave together the threads of shared intention and mutual destiny, even if this life is brief, our hearts will remain entwined, and if we meet again in another lifetime, a handsome young man will await us.
If you don't contemplate the impermanence of all things and the inevitability of death, you'll only chase after reincarnation, ending in utter confusion.
A wild horse, untamable; trapped, still too powerful to control; he sighs, boasting of his magical abilities, yet unable to subdue the woman by his side.
Wishing to lean against a green window and be with my beloved, I now regret my wandering ways. If I had a sincere heart to seek enlightenment, why would I still be yearning for you?
When seated in meditation, the Dharma eyes open; I pray to the Three Treasures and their celestial attendants. Yet, the saints within the Dharma eyes never summoned my beloved—she came to me willingly.
I sought out a Buddhist monk, seeking instruction from a master; he spoke of cause and effect, but my longing for my beloved remained unrestrained, like a wild horse.
I had feared that pursuing spiritual practice would harm my vows, and yet I feared parting from the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to seek enlightenment, I would also seek you.
Life is full of disappointments; it is impossible to satisfy every aspect of our desires. But we must still live with passion.
A life is worth loving; do not let one disappointment make you lose heart.
Life is simply about home, going out, and returning home; all our emotions stem from this.
Reason and willpower are merely a yearning for the soul's homeland.
We long for a person, a thing, a place, a status—something to provide a sense of repose for our hearts in this vast world.
Life is like a book, full of complex and weighty content, which must be read slowly, page by page.
Life is full of holes and sores, and we must be open to it.
Life is a mystery; what is true and what is false?
Life is like a long and colorful journey across the sea; sometimes calm and smooth, sometimes stormy.
But as long as our inner beacon doesn't extinguish, we can continue our journey.
Life depends on others, but we also desire respect; this is impossible.
