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The first sentence of the lyrics is that I turned all the buildings into the afterlife that year. Who sang this song and what was its title?

The first sentence of the lyrics is "I turned over all the buildings of that year and didn't sing for anyone in the afterlife", and the title of the song is "Buddha doesn't cross her"

Singer: Su Chennian

Lyrics:

I shook out all the scriptures that day.

Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.

Time and time again, mountains are not used to repair the afterlife.

Just to meet you on the road.

The young monk only cares about kindness but strays into the world of mortals.

But I didn't see the fallen flowers with traces.

The girl who dropped the beads in her hand is not persistent.

The promise of Sansheng has been made in blowing in the wind.

The temple is full of ghost flowers and sand buried in bones.

The Buddha didn't get her out of her misery.

All I'm waiting for is rain.

Acacia has gone, leaving only death.

Monks in Shenshan Temple

Light an oil lamp

Chanting sutras in the mouth

But it's hard to suppress the inner dispute with the devil.

The devil tore open the wound.

The person I miss in my heart

But she has no temperature.

Become the ghost of love

Those ghost flowers outside the temple

Flowers bloom every spring and summer.

Sanshengshi riverside Xia

She has been waiting.

Ask Buddha if he can pass her.

Buddha said she didn't put it down.

She chose to give up reincarnation.

The Buddha refused to meet her.

A wisp of ghost Who is Naiheqiao waiting for?

Who is a bowl of Meng Po soup for if you don't drink it?

Who has been waiting for a lifetime of reincarnation?

The young monk only cares about kindness but strays into the world of mortals.

But I didn't see the fallen flowers with traces.

The girl who dropped the beads in her hand is not persistent.

The promise of Sansheng has been made in blowing in the wind.

The temple is full of ghost flowers and sand buried in bones.

The Buddha didn't get her out of her misery.

All I'm waiting for is rain.

Acacia has gone, leaving only death.