I heard Yao Jing singing strangely
I saw the Buddha's sad tears
Reincarnation has left me covered in wounds
If you love me deeply, please give me your heart
Loneliness is full of detours and sorrow
The other shore has long been turned into wasteland
your vicissitudes
Meet my prosperity and sadness on the road
my repeated chanting
But it has become a sadness that cannot stop in the years