Sin is rolling and the dust is curling
The face of the floating Buddha in the tea
The kind Buddha only smiles and says nothing
The unbreakable secret and the front edge
Who did the world turn to when they were buried in the middle?
piety is irrelevant
pilgrims bend their knees and make a wish to draw a lottery ticket
hope for a bright future
hope for the safety of mother and child
hope that the gold I buried in the ground is unknown
burn incense
kowtow
unknown good or bad
ever-burning lamp of red lotus and wooden fish
Who is eating fast and chanting Buddha
meditate.
extradition before Buddha
predecessor
the youngest monk
stroking the face of Buddha
no distractions
wiping, dust-free!
Some people in kaer went
Some people never came
Before the dusty red candle
The Buddha still meditated and smiled.