That life
Close your eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
Suddenly I heard the tinkling of pearls and teeth on the eaves of the palace. I ran out of the palace and crawled on the stone steps, waiting devoutly for your arrival.
The world of colored glaze evaporates with radiance, and you float in it. With clear pupils, I stare at the mortal world and feel your gaze, so pure, so gentle, so kind and loving.
I am happy, but also sad. Your eyes belong to me, and they also belong to the people who kneel here like me.
That life
I erected a stone tablet and engraved my thoughts on it. The blue-grey tablet, the gray-blue thoughts.
Then he gallops towards the end of the world, because the wind blowing from afar is mixed with your low voice.
The flying owl leaps over the blazing flames, all its grandeur and splendor turn into flower mud under its hooves
A single person with a thorn pierces the loneliness; a solitary vine rolls up the dead branches and leaves all over the sky
Staggering steps, falling into the ice abyss, desolate and cold, unable to stop the obsession in my heart
Thousands of mountains and rivers, eventually the fire burns away and the ice melts. You stand in the desolation, with silk ribbons flying, and you decorate the dry soil around you with red makeup. I cover my heart with moisture, and ask infatuatedly: Why, why, why do you hide so far away?
You said: Why bother, why bother, why go around in such a big circle. I raised my eyes and saw a blue-grey stele, gray-green longing. I did not look back, but got nothing in exchange.
It turns out that this shore is the other shore