My heart belongs not only to one person, but to many people. My heart doesn't allow me to give it to only one person, but to many people.
Give me strength, so that my mind can go beyond the trivial matters of the schedule.
Our balcony is brightly lit, the flowers are delicious, and the eyes of youth are still awake.
You once led me through my crowded daytime trip to my lonely evening. In the silence of the whole night, I waited for its meaning.
Our life is like crossing a sea, and we are all gathered in this narrow boat. When we died, we went to the other side and went to a different world.
I am restless. I long for distant things. My soul comes out of my dream and touches the distant edge of darkness.
I forgot, I always forget, I have no wings to fly, and I will be bound in this place forever.
I am restless. I am a wanderer in my heart.
I didn't sleep tonight. I kept opening the door and looking into the darkness, my friend.
I will never become an ascetic. If there is no memory of laughter in the tree.
The sun darkened. Shut your door! I go my way.
The day is over.
Well, some people have been marching, some people are wandering, some people are free, some people are locked-my feet are exhausted by a heavy heart.
A sad bodhi tree sticks out its hungry paw roots through the cracks in the broken wall.
Nobody can live forever, brother. Nothing can last forever. Remember this and enjoy yourself!
"Whose sleep do you want to steal now?"
Let this be my last word, I believe in your love. I believe your love. Let this be my last word.