The eyes of dawn are still tired, and there is dew in the air.
The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.
I stood still.
I didn't come near you.
The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.
The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.
Hold the bubbling water bottle around your waist,
The woman came from the river.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.
The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side.
-Tagore "I want nothing"
I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Without fear, the devil is like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Enjoy it forever
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.
Extremely mysterious and profound
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
Belief in the garrison years
I believe I can hear everything.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
And some moments are impossible to grasp.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Please look at my hairpin,
Along the way, all the way to blossom.
Often missing something,
Deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
-Tagore's life is like summer flowers
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Life is as beautiful as summer flowers and death as autumn leaves. That's what I mean.
Life should be as gorgeous as summer flowers and strive to bloom, but in addition to the beauty in life, there will inevitably be imperfect and unsatisfactory endings in life. Even if I am sad as death, I will accept all the endings as calmly as autumn leaves. I have tried my best to experience the most beautiful, so there will be no regrets.