That day
Close your eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
Suddenly I heard you chanting the mantra
that month
I turn all the prayer wheels
Not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips
that year
I kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road
Not for the sake of meeting, just for the sake of being close to your warmth
that life
I go around mountains, rivers, and pagodas
Not to cultivate the afterlife, just to meet you on the way
-----------------------The Sixth □ Cangyang Gyatso
The companion volume of "That White Flower" (http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=181886), the story of Musaro and Ye Youran.