Life, wasting time and time again and turning off the lights.
Frivolous and tireless
one
I heard echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Open to the lonely soul reaping with sickle.
Repeat loudly, and repeat happiness.
Finally swaying in the desert oasis
I believe I am.
Born as a bright summer flower
Don't wither the undefeated fiery demon rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear this burdensome load
Boring
two
I heard music, from the moon and the corpse.
Assist the bait of extreme aestheticism to capture the mystery
Full of intense life, but also full of purity.
There are always memories on the whole earth.
I believe I am.
Died of the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gestures way
Even Wilt proudly kept the muscles of the bone Qing Feng.
mysterious
three
I hear love, I believe in love.
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae.
Like a bleak micro-explosive wind
Flowing through my veins
Years in faith
four
I believe everyone can hear you.
Even a premonition of separation, I met another self.
Some can't grasp the opportunity.
Walking east and west, leaving Gu, the dead will never come back.
Look, the hairpin flowers on my head are blooming all the way.
Often miss some, but also deeply touched by the wind, frost, snow or rain.
five
Prajna paramita, coming right away
Life is like a summer flower and death is like an autumn leaf
What do you care about having?
Life is frivolous again and again.
Frivolous and tireless
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one
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
two
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
three
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
four
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.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
five
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
Just recite it yourself, you need mp3, you don't need your wealth, you can't find it. If you think it's good, adopt it, but if it's not, forget it.