The weather changes before my mood
Disaster than credibility
Still suddenly
My heart is cold
All slipping on a mantra
I started with a trumped-up crime
Simple style
Complex thinking
The future is filled with murderous prophecies that make mistakes again and again.
Only scriptures engraved on bones
Get away from the world for me
At a glance, all the heroes in the ups and downs are in despair.
The beauty in the mirror is quietly ashamed
In order to die, I survived again and again
But other people are ashamed
——Tsangyang Gyatso
Black-faced gangster attacks VS cute sheep with black belly