Along the Road to the Yellow Springs, sorrow lingers at every turn.
Who is that, stumbling along?
Red spider lilies, flowers of the other shore,
For whom are they so full of despair?
The Wangchuan flows softly, and beneath its calm surface,
Whose steadfast devotion lies buried?
The Three Lives Stone, through blossoms blooming and falling,
How many entanglements of the mortal world has it witnessed?
A well points the way to the next life.
Who is it that leaps gracefully down?
A hundred thousand bodhi trees, all living beings,
After brushing past one another,
Why, when I look back,
Do I feel that you alone
Are strangely familiar?
You are
Why is there no update??????!!!!!!
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