Burn a few sections of sandalwood ashes, and drop a few petals of peach blossoms
You are the only one who is willing to let go of your past and follow me
Who do you like?
But the man who holds the frost and tramples the winter plum blossoms to pick up the moonlight
Or looking back at Qing Shi, who is alone and accompanying me
Or maybe it's the gentle and carefree young master in white clothes who plays the jade flute.
The green lamp is on and off, the Sanskrit sound is clear and clear
How long will you listen to the morning bells and evening drums?
How long have you been watching the falling snow of Jialan?
Why don't you follow me and show you how slow the world is~