LIFE IS LIKE SUMMER FLOWERS
LIFE IS LIKE SUMMER FLOWERS
Original author | Tagore
Original author :Tagore
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I hear echoes from the valley and my heart
I hear echoes from the valley and my heart
Harvest the empty soul with a lonely sickle
< p> Harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickleIt keeps repeating break-off, and repeating the happiness
In the end an oasis will be swaying in the desert
I believe in myself
I believe in myself
< p> Born like bright summer flowersLife is like bright summer flowers
Never withering, and glamorous
Never withering, and glamorous like fire
It bears the burden of heartbeat and the cumber of breathing
It bears the burden of heartbeat and the cumber of breathing
Enjoy it
Always enjoying it
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I hear music from moonlight and my carcass
I hear music from moonlight and my carcass
auxiliary extreme It captures the ethereal beauty with extreme bait
It is full of intensity, and of purity as well
There are always memories running through the world
There are always memories running through the world
I believe in myself
I believe in myself
Death will be like autumn leaves of tranquil beauty
Death will be like autumn leaves of tranquil beauty
Neither flourishing nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke
Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture of which is like smoke
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clearing bones
Even if it withers it still retains pride of plump muscles and elegant bones
Extremely mysterious and abstruse
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I hear love, I believe in love
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I hear love, and I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
< p> It is like a gust of chilly breezeGoing through my bleeding veins
Going through my bleeding veins
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And stationed in the faith of the years
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I believe that everything can be heard
You believe everything can be heard
Even foreseeing separation and meeting another myself
Even foreseeing separation and meeting another myself
And some moments cannot be grasped
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And some moments can't be grasped
As I look around, what is gone will never return< /p>
Please look at me with hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way
Please look at me with hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way
Frequent omissions Some falling frequently, and deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
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Prajnaparamita , one after another
Prajna Paramita, one after another
Life is like the splendour of summer flowers
Death is like the tranquil beauty of autumn leaves
Do you still care about your possession
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Notes
1) Tagore (Tagore [t?g?]: Tagore (1861～1941) was a Bengali, Indian poet, philosopher and anti-modern nationalist. In 1913, he Won the Nobel Prize in Literature for "Gitanjali".
2) Prajna (bōrě): Buddhist scriptures refer to wisdom
3) Paramita: Buddhism refers to reaching the other shore