That day
Close your eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
suddenly heard
The mantra in your chants
That month
I shake all the prayer wheels
not for transcendence
Just to touch your fingertips
that year
Kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road
Not for audience
Just to be close to your warmth
that life
Turning around mountains, rivers, and pagodas
Not for cultivating the next life
Just to meet you on the way
Original title: "Strange Road·Clear Road·Road of No Return"