Flirty and tireless. ? -inscription
I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Not afraid of being unbeaten, like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Enjoy it forever
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.
Extremely mysterious and profound
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
Belief in the garrison years
I believe I can hear everything.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
And some moments are impossible to grasp.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
(Translated by Zheng Zhenduo)
Original:
Life, wasting time and time again and turning off the lights.
Frivolous and tireless
one
I heard echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Open to the lonely soul reaping with sickle.
Brave repetition also repeats the happiness that finally swayed 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 are under tedious and boring load.
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 Qing Feng, who was depressed, kept his bones proudly and his muscles concealed.
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.
Facing east and west, the dead are gone.
Look, I am wearing hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way, missing some frequently all the way, and deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
five
Prajna paramita, coming right away
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?