Lan Shang

I once recalled the trace of our affection. Your country, my face; Your smile, my sad eyes; Your determination, my tears; You have your three thousand weak waters, and I have my hundred years of solitude. Who asks, no resentment, no hatred, just delusion and admiration; Tao, today, with a white head and stroking beard, one person will live his whole life; Recalling the past, life and death were strong, and we vowed to each other; In the end, it will not arrive, the Xiang River flows, and the years are wasted. A life, a generation, a pair; One person, one life, one lovesickness. Parting love cannot be sought; A lifetime of infatuation and suffering can only be exchanged for gains. Dependent origination and annihilation will lead to the end of this life.