Deep mountains, ancient temples, incense mist. At that moment, for the love affair left behind in my previous life, I got up, cleaned my hands, and burned incense reverently. Listen to the morning bell and the twilight drum, watch the clouds and sunset, pick up a piece of unique clear sound, and the mind is tight.
How much dust before the wind, clouds and smoke scattered. Under the Bodhi tree, I silently recite it for you. At this moment, I stood still in the water; looking down, the years flowed wordlessly.
I purify my heart with spring water and make it holy, only for the purity of your first sight. From now on, enlightenment, remembering, eternity. A window of the moon, the curtain of The Xiang hanging low.
Phoenix-tailed Sensen, dragon groaning delicately. Take a petal of heart incense and sing it for you. You, see and don't see, come and don't come, love, right here, don't come and go.
Green and yellow reincarnation, flowers blossom thanks. Whether it is fermented or withered, I will be low to the dust and bloom the most heartwarming brilliance for you. For you, let love practice. Thus, forget the thin coolness of the years.
My fingertips, lightly touch your body fragrance. Have you ever felt it? My pure handsomeness? Green smoke, light clouds and soft moon; carrying, a thousand years of love to retreat. Listen to the song wind spring song; stroke a cloud water Zen heart, with you into the lotus dream.