Talking about the incarnation of past lives

Self-fear and emotional harm to Sanskrit

I'm afraid I'll miss the whole city when I enter the mountain.

The world is safe,

Live up to the Tathagata, live up to the Qing Dynasty.

That day-Cangyang Jiacuo

On that day,

I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.

I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;

In January of that year,

I shake all the curved pipes,

Not to cross over,

Just to touch your fingertips;

That year,

Kowtow and climb the mountain,

Not for the audience,

Just to stick to your warmth;

At that time,

Put mountains, water and pagodas,

Not for the afterlife,

Just to meet you on the road.

In January of that year,

I gently turned all the curved pipes,

Not to cross, just to touch your fingerprints;

That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust.

Not to worship Buddha, just to stick to your warmth;

At that time, I searched hundreds of mountains,

Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road;

It's just that that night, I forgot everything,

Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,

Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha,

Has long lost its former glory.

Seeing and not seeing-Cangyang Jiacuo

Have you seen me?

I was there.

Not sad or happy.

You can either read me or you can't read me.

Love is there.

Don't come or go.

Do you love me or not?

Love is there.

Neither increasing nor decreasing.

Are you with me or not?

My hand is in your hand.

Never give up.

Come into my arms.

or

Let me live in your heart

Silent love

Silence and happiness