Life, thin and light-off time and time again
Life, slight and frivolous time and again
Frivolous tireless
Restlessly frivolous, never tiring
I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart
I hear the echo, from the valleys and the heart
Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of eventually swaying in the desert oasis
Repeating resolutely, yet also repeating happiness, until an oasis sways in the desert
I believe I am
I believe I am
Born as the bright summer flowers
Born as the brilliant summer flowers
Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule
Unwilting, undefeated, a fiery demon’s rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome Bored
Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the weariness of breath, yet never wearying of it
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
I hear the music, from the moon and the body
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Aiding with extreme aesthetic bait to capture the elusive beauty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure
Filling an intense life, yet also filling it with purity
There are always memories throughout the earth
Memories always permeate the world
I believe I am
I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
To die as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
Neither flourishing nor chaotic, a posture like smoke
Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle Occult
Even in withering, retaining the proud bones and clear sinews, mysterious and profound
I hear love, I believe in love
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
Love is a pond of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Like a desolate, faint gust of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief
Years stationed in belief
I believe that all can hear
I believe all can be heard
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Even anticipating separation, I meet another self
Some can not grasp the moment
Some moments cannot be grasped
Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere
Left to wander east and west, what is gone will never return
See, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way
See, I wear flowers in my hair, blooming all along the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain
Frequently missing some, yet deeply moved by wind, frost, snow, or rain
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves
Prajna Paramita, moment by moment, life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves
Also care about what has
Still care about what one possesses
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