[Art Picture Language] 2021.07.07 Cocoa

That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly I heard the mantra in your chanting scriptures. The mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth. In that lifetime, I scoured the hundred thousand mountains. I forgot everything, abandoned my beliefs, and abandoned reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha has long since been lost. glossy old days