Burning ten thousand Tibetan incense, the green smoke surrounds you like a sigh
Turn the prayer wheel for hundreds of turns and the Tathagata will look at it indifferently
I knelt before the Buddha and asked about the gratuitousness in my fate.
Light snow piles up several times, rosary beads clear up the chaos
Tens of millions of Tibetan incense are burned, but the remaining smoke is like regret
Toggle the prayer wheel and it spins again, the Tathagata is indifferent
I kneel before the Buddha and beg for forgiveness for my marriage in this life.
The red dust accumulates many times, the rosary beads are all broken
The sound of prayer wheels and a night of Buddhist singing
I carve my thoughts on the snow
Wait until the sun and moon turn again, and the snow will become a river
longing for nirvana
The sound of prayer wheels and a night of Buddhist singing
Waiting for you to look back on the road
I sit beside the Buddha for a long time, half leaning against the setting sun
Green silk and distant mountains
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