Life is passed frivolously again and again
frivolous and tireless
——Inscription
I hear echoes from the valley and my heart
Harvest the empty soul with the lonely sickle
Repeat determination and happiness again and again
There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert
i believe in myself
Born like a bright summer flower
Invincible and undefeated, as charming as fire
bear the burden of heartbeat and burden of breathing
never tire of it
I hear music from the moonlight and the body
auxiliary extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty
Life is full of intensity and innocence
There are always memories throughout the world
i believe in myself
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf
Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clearing bones.
Mysterious and mysterious
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria
like a gentle breeze
Through my bleeding veins
Faith that lasts for years
I believe everything can be heard
Even foresee separation and meet another self
And some moments cannot be grasped
No matter how much you wander around, what's gone will never come back.
Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way
I often miss something, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
Prajna Paramita, one sound after another
Life is like summer flowers, death is like autumn leaves
Still care about what you have
(Excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore's "Life is Like a Summer Flower")