Many years
You have been hiding in my wounds
I have let go of heaven and earth
But I never let you go
The mountains and rivers in my life
Let you say goodbye one by one
worldly affairs
except life and death
Which thing is not a trivial matter
Many years later, when autumn comes, I once again read this poem by Tsangyang Gyatso.
The past events are like images projected at the end of the alley, vividly remembered
When a wrong start meets a wrong encounter
When truth and falsehood collide
Being tempted has become their most luxurious thing