Tibetan poems with falling flowers and fragrance

Sang Yu in the sunset,

Flowers and trees are exposed by night dew.

Where does the drift come from,

It's not worth spreading fragrance.

Felt shirt sleeves,

Flowers bloom and grass revive in autumn.

Floating clouds force the balance,

Incense is a blind date.

Falling into the wilderness, flying stars and arrows,

Flowers and leaves are beautiful and clear.

Falling into the flying canopy,

Incense attracts the best wind.

The sunset is faint,

Flowers and leaves are fragrant.

Gone with the wind,

Smells like jade.

Falling flowers go to Dan valley,

The flowers in the silver pavilion.

Exposing the floating bead foil,

The fragrance is wet and red.

Falling into the wilderness, flying stars and arrows,

Flowers bloom in a fleeting time.

What is lost is empty,

Fragrant and green.

Sunset pearl robe,

Why don't you spend less time before

Floating for 30 years,

It smells good.