Wanderers refuse to go home
The wandering heart is at the end of the world
Seven years of wind, frost, snow and rain
turned into a sentence
Even if there is love, the moon will fall
Only those who are not destined to be buried should be buried with flowers
The sound of waves accompanies people to sleep every night
Daily bitters make tea
Tears fill my heart and smile on my face
The truth is also false when it is false
Everyone said yes
Keep the clouds open and the moon shine
Does anyone know
The bodhi flower that is hard to wait for a thousand years
Until now
The world is like a dream and the clouds are gone
All transformed
Passers-by's words after tea