Singers: Ling Hua, Ding Yu.
Lyrics: Cangyang Jiacuo
Composer: Ding Yu
Lyrics:
That kind of life, that year
Not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth.
Not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips, I suddenly heard the truth in your chanting.
Turn the mountain into water and turn it into a stupa, kowtowing and crawling on the mountain road.
I shook all the prayer tubes and closed my eyes in the fragrant fog in the temple.
I suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting the other day.
That month was not a crossing, just a fingertip touch.
That year was not to see, but to keep your warmth.
Life is not for the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That kind of life, that year
That January, that day
That kind of life, that year
That January, that day
Not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth.
Not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips, I suddenly heard the truth in your chanting.
Not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth.
Not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips, I suddenly heard the truth in your chanting.
That kind of life, that year
That January, that day
That kind of life, that year
That January, that day
I suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting the other day.
That month was not a crossing, just a fingertip touch.
That year was not to see, but to keep your warmth.
Life is not for the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.