You said that the sorrow of the day is hard to end, and the sorrow of the heart is even tighter; then the west wind blows away, and it's just a snap of the fingers.
You said that flowers bloomed on the other side, and suffering never met; later, life and death were separated, and you could follow your heart leisurely.
You said that you sleepwalked in the golden palace, which was luxurious and beautiful; but later you were filled with sorrow and greed.
You said that gray hair will eventually come, and beauty is merciless; later, you stared and sighed, remembering you in vain.
You said that there was a fool in the world who loved to plow the fields; later he put down the plowing to save the people.
You said that the sudden enlightenment of Nirvana is probably difficult to achieve; but when I saw this person later, I was willing to brush away the fine dust.
If you leave without saying goodbye, Kyushu will be destroyed.
Do you still love me?