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That day,
I mused in the hall,
and heard the truth in your chant.
That month,
I twirled all prayer wheels,
not for soul-saving,
but your finger-feeling.
That year,
I crept with kowtow all the way,
not for worshipping,
but embracing your mildness.
That life,
weathering thorns and pagodas,
not for eternity,
but I am on the way for you.
That moment,
I raised all the flags,
not for praying,
but awaiting you here.
At that time,
I, gone with the wind,
am not for ageless,
but blessing your forever dimple.
That night,
I had the song all the way.
Have I had read your heart?
I am only seeking a piece of your breath.
That day,
I stacked prayer stones,
not for the way,
but making babblings in my heart.
That life,
I went through myriad peaks,
not for that world,
but catching a glimpse of my beauty.
But all at that night,
I gave them away,
my faith and samsara.
For, and solely for the rose weeping before the Buddha.
My aged beauty, she scattered, scattered in the wind.
I mused in the hall,
and heard the truth in your chant.
That month,
I twirled all prayer wheels,
not for soul-saving,
but your finger-feeling.
That year,
I crept with kowtow all the way,
not for worshipping,
but embracing your mildness.
That life,
weathering thorns and pagodas,
not for eternity,
but I am on the way for you.
That moment,
I raised all the flags,
not for praying,
but awaiting you here.
At that time,
I, gone with the wind,
am not for ageless,
but blessing your forever dimple.
That night,
I had the song all the way.
Have I had read your heart?
I am only seeking a piece of your breath.
That day,
I stacked prayer stones,
not for the way,
but making babblings in my heart.
That life,
I went through myriad peaks,
not for that world,
but catching a glimpse of my beauty.
But all at that night,
I gave them away,
my faith and samsara.
For, and solely for the rose weeping before the Buddha.
My aged beauty, she scattered, scattered in the wind.