Life, wasting time and time again and turning off the lights.
Frivolous and tireless
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?