A saying that expresses the feeling of losing one’s soul without seeing a person

That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you chanting sutras so early. That month, I shook the prayer bucket, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed for a long time, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth. In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.