I asked you when is the date of your return?
Why should we cut the candles from the west window together?
If I had lost my way now and didn't know the way back,
It was you who took my hand and created the world for me;
Then later on you gave up and there was no date for your return,
Ask me to stay there and turn into the Bodhi that is waiting for you.
After thousands of years of time, we met right there, but can you tell me where the next intersection with you is?
Will we never find each other's destination again?