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In my last life, I looked back frequently, and my parting handkerchief floated into the clouds.
How much lovesickness, how much sadness, finally turned into a water mark to send me away.
In this life, I'm looking for the footprints I lost in my previous life, and I've walked into your eyes.
Looking back 500 times in previous lives is worth passing by once in this life.
I used a thousand times to look back in exchange for stopping in front of you in this life.
Ask Buddha: How many times do you have to look back before you can really live in your heart? The Buddha is speechless.
You can only turn around frequently, like a moth to a fire, regardless of the consequences.
You can look back for no reason, look back.
Thousands of times, you are in my eyes, in my heart.
I often look back and look forward to your gentleness. I often look back, eager to look good.
Looking back on the boat in my last life, lotus leaves are one after another, connecting the sadness in my eyes
In this life, the Buddha has fulfilled my thoughts and let me enter your eyes.
I've been looking for it for a long time and I'm tired. I just want to stop in your arms.
I just want your hand to wipe the tears off my face. I just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands.
Don't ask me why I have been looking for you all my life. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang, but I'm worried about you.
Don't ask me why I am crying. I didn't drink Meng Po Tang. I still remember the despair when I left in my last life.
Say I cried with joy, tears fell on your lapel, and all kinds of sorrows in previous lives became a dense lilac.
I just want to join hands with you and watch that flower blossom into five petals under the tree to predict happiness for us.
I still often look back in my life, and I still don't drink Meng Po Tang in my life.
I will come to you in the afterlife, and I will hold hands with you in the afterlife to find the five petals.