I have been lying in peace all my life.
Listen to the whistling wind outside.
Will constantly remind myself.
Tomorrow will be more tiring.
The storm will be more violent tonight.
Dawn moment
I might turn into a corpse.
Buried in quicksand
I died with her.
No, it's impossible.
So, every night,
I read all the scriptures carefully.
To calm the inner panic and anxiety.
It's my trembling soul when I'm at a loss.
Finally, stand on the line where Yin and Yang intersect.
be homeless
I pray that she will recover.
I am willing to bear all the hardships.
The next morning, at dawn.
I heard the sound of her getting up quietly in my ear.
Take a long breath.
I fell asleep again.
I don't know when.
The sound of her softly calling herself to get up rang in her ear.
I got up and thanked the Buddha.
On a brand-new day
I saw her kind face again.