There is almost no connection, but it is unclear because of the so-called rivers and lakes.
Thousands of sails have passed, but in the end I can't hold my hand and walk through the world of mortals.
Searching all over the desert, one thought persists, but the love is deep and the relationship is shallow.
Dependent origination and annihilation, I wish that life after life would only be like the first time I saw you.
Flowers bloom and fall, sighing who can be loyal to whom.