That day
I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
Suddenly I heard the mantra of your chanting
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That month
I turned all the prayer wheels
Not for salvation
Just to touch your fingertips
That year
I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road
Not to meet you
Just to be close to your warmth
That In this life
I go around mountains and rivers and pagodas
Not to cultivate the next life
Just to meet you on the way
The white crane in the sky
Please lend me your wings
I will not fly far away
I will only come back to Litang
It’s just that that night, I forgot everything,
I gave up my faith and reincarnation,
Just for that The rose crying in front of the Buddha,
has long lost its luster