[Immortality + Discipleship + No Romance + Lighthearted Comedy(*^_^*)]
When the Master reaches for the dish, you spin the table away; when the Master recites mantras, you ramble on. While Master sleeps, you sing your heart out; when he refuses to leave his bed, you clang the pot like thunder. The Master’s life stretches forever, while yours flickers short. When death comes, Master promises a hill for your grave. He raises his glass to toast, yet you won’t drink. He chats, but you stay quiet. Master hosts a feast, but you slip away; and when he summons your soul, you ghost him like a missed call.
Spring returns to the hill once again, but no matter how close life and death are, you and Master remain worlds apart.
