芒种

As soon as I think of you, I sigh

Vainly regretting the long parting dream, wu

Burning paper ashes and burying them by the misty willows

On the fresh and alive branches

The flawlessness beneath the withering

Is the price of harvesting the answer

The afterglow touches the distant traveler's hair

He drops the attachments in his hands

Under the bridge

The latecomer from a past life (brushing past each other)

Engraved in the palm (remembered in the next life)

The misty waves in your eyes drip a drop of ink, oh

If Buddha says (having no cares)

Let go of obsessions (formless and colorless)

How can I remain calm and just echo it

As soon as I think of you, oh

Regretting that love is short-lived, always imprisoned in the sea of bitterness, wu

The new green remains in vain, wandering in the shadows of fallen flowers, wu

Yearning is useless, only then laughing at the old vows of love, wu

Asking me what I seek

Asking me what I seek

Planting ten thousand lotus flowers

Sprouting among all living beings

Waiting for ten thousand answers from the mortal world

Prayer beads fall into the mud and sand of time

Waiting to give up and interpret compassion

's way of reading

The latecomer from a past life (brushing past each other)

Engraved in the palm (remembered in the next life)

The misty waves in your eyes drip a drop of ink, oh

If Buddha says (having no cares)

Let go of obsessions (formless and colorless)

How can I remain calm and just echo it

As soon as I think of you, wu

Regretting that love is short-lived, always imprisoned in the sea of bitterness, wu

The new green remains in vain, wandering in the shadows of fallen flowers, wu

Yearning is useless, only then laughing at the old vows of love, wu

Asking me what I seek

Asking me what I seek