The blue sea is clear, and there is a sea of Buddha bells and flowers.
The stars are shining and the sea is sparkling.
Clearly there is only a sea of Buddha bells and flowers in my clear heart.
However, who is the looming figure behind the sea of Buddha bells and flowers?
The night wind gently swayed the moon shadow,
Surprisingly quiet,
After thousands of years, I keep missing it,
Overlapping and separated by mountains and rivers,
Perhaps, this is what fate means.
But what if destiny says there is no fate?
He never feared destiny,
There is no need for charity from destiny.
Tears fall at the thought,
One thought persists.