Bodhisattva
The flowers are bright and the moon is dark and misty. It's a good time to go to Langbian tonight.
Wearing socks and walking up the fragrant steps, carrying gold-leafed shoes.
Seeing you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone.
It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to show mercy to you.
I must find you in this life