Poetry about samsara

In a reincarnation, we ignored the beauty of previous lives.

Turning around, we pinched each other's eyebrows.

Disturbed the ambiguity of Sansheng

I can't let go of the chapters that have been lingering for thousands of years.

Prosperity is like water.

Three thousand won't be recovered.

But I am willing to bear the sin between your eyebrows.

A little incense and a little red candle gaunt.

Three ghosts in the moonlight under the drunken phoenix tree

Who fixed the aestheticism of lovesickness?

Who and whose name.

How can a lonely goose be sad when it is displaced?

A person splashing mandarin ducks everywhere makes people feel comfortable.

Promising not to regret may backfire.

The rain outside the window is like falling flowers.

Another reincarnation, would you like to face it with me?