He said, Ziliang, the holy lake is in the morning light. When you are here, the light and shadow are soft and your expression is peaceful.
He said, Ziliang, if you wake up and see the Kingdom of Shambhala, I will go and have a look, but I still have to come out because you are not inside...
He said, Ziliang, if I leave first, can you bury me beside Manasarovar Lake and watch people from generation to generation ignite the incense pile of pine and cypress? Maybe finally, I can see you...
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