Text/Author Old That
There is a sacred place,
clean
chaste
Someone purifies with the heart,
Guard with a pure heart,
Use your life to be in awe.
It's an altar that some people can't hope for,
An irresistible desire,
Love and reason always alternately surge in the heart,
Is it with non-like dust piled up on the window sill,
As soon as the wind blows,
Fall into every crevice,
Makes people blur the merits.
Let those hearts rush,
Can't see and guess,
Let those chaotic feelings and reasons stop at the wise,
Do not defile this purity and purity of the filthy heart.
Crystal clear
Pure and clean,
Pious yearning,
Firm faith,
It is the purest harbor in your and my heart.
Some have docked,
Some people are still chasing,
Some people are still waiting in confusion,
It's a pure place,
Trying to reach the other shore,
The node of the never-ending quest.
I don't know when you and I,
to find this place,
Such a one,
Purify with the heart,
Guard with a pure heart,
Use your life to go to a place of awe.