What will the love in the snowy land be like on the plateau where Buddha's light shines? I want to use Tsangyang Gyatso's love poems to interpret new stories
When I read it, I felt sad,
When I wrote this, I also shed tears, feeling sad for this love that I don't know whether it is a calamity or fate...
That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you reciting the mantra in the Sutra;
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth;
In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way;
At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival;
At that moment, I felt like a fairy. I didn't seek immortality, I just wanted to protect your peaceful smile.
That night, I listened to the Gita all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
On that day, I built a pile of mani, not to cultivate virtue, but to cast stones from the lake of my heart.
In that life, I traveled through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road.