The dazzling mosaic tube keeps turning tired eyes.
Long sleeves that have been folded for thousands of years have dazzling blue light.
Long shadows lurch forward and shout to the endless coast.
Worship all the way, reflected in the fiery fireball.
The bag is as cold as ever, and the wide cuffs are tightly buckled on the shivering messy body.
It looks silly, but don't miss the misty direction of Buddha.
The whole body suddenly ups and downs on empty vilen.
The subtle voice buzzes like a melancholy song.
Every tap makes the Buddha tremble in the distance.
Deep eyes extend to the path of reincarnation and disappear quietly.
Hunting swaying colorful flags caters to the hoarse sound of wooden wheels crushing.
The outline of burning pain fluctuates constantly in the sky.
Bowing hands covered the whole dust.
Shadows are like endless spinning warp wheels.
Thinking all the way, praying all the way
Slowly disappear at the end of the snow-capped mountains and blue sky.