Who am I? Who am I?

In samsara, did I lose myself?

I went to look for me in the vast desert, am I the persistence of Xuanzang on the road of his westward journey?

I went to find me in the rolling red dust, am I the true love of lovers who are affectionate and life-and-death?

I went to find me in a hurry, am I looking back on the lingering memories of the past?

Travel thousands of miles and ask: Where am I?

In this life, I am a woman and a wife, but a voice clearly tells me: This is only my responsibility in the world, this is not me!

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I'm far away:

I am the deep eyes that look up at the stars in the dark night;

I am the dream of planning life in the dust;

I am the glory that never fades on the monuments.

A voice came from a long time ago: Child, life is only a journey, don't forget the way home.

Oh, it turns out, really I'm at home. I never went far.

I got it: the five-tone and five-color journey is beautiful, you can enjoy it, but you can't linger in the end. Going home is always the warmest worry!

Suddenly and inexplicably sad in my heart: Every time I meet, I cherish it, do you want me to forget?

When the prosperity is over, we can see the simple beauty of life. Let prosperity tell the world: I, once came.

Emptiness of the self, silence of the original. Let life walk out of the most beautiful way home in this life!