She walked in and said: I can only stay until midnight
Come and give me one hundred and eight relics
Acacia bones said to be sparks from previous lives
And use the heart line of the bodhi tree's annual rings
Beads strung into timeless rosary
Could it be that this life invites me to sit down and die together?
In a quiet cave on a dangerous peak
Two bodies, one yin and one yang
Silently counting the rosary beads and sitting in front of each other for eternity
And how do you know that my inner demons are disappearing day and night?
When I pick up flowers, the inner demon is smiling
One hundred and eight crazy words written by hand every morning
I am afraid that love and sin are like nine oxen and practice is like a hair
And you only need to stay for an hour
That relic has melted into my heart and soul
The Bodhi tree is one with my life
I can't see me and I can't see you, I just feel
A kiss as cool as dew was pressed on the lips