Many years
You have been hiding in my wounds
I have let go of heaven and earth
But I never let you go
The mountains and rivers in my life
Let you say goodbye one by one
worldly affairs
except life and death
Which thing is not a trivial matter
Whose privacy will not be exposed?
The funeral flowers bloom and close appropriately
The fruit of Bodhi played in the empty mountain
tell me
Those footprints you hide under the fallen leaves
It implies how many festival days
Just for me to get away with it
I don't know the name of the poem
Intention: Everything depends on people and being content with the situation