residual life

Never ask the world of mortals again.

Wearing green hills,

The green lantern of the ancient Buddha will accompany him all his life.

Note: these words are a kind of boredom in my heart, because some trivial things at home can't see the future clearly, so I want to become a monk. This poem has many negative things, which is not very good. Mainly feel sad.

Translation:

All three thousand troubles,

There are as many as three thousand troubles in my heart. If only I could cut them all off like a haircut.

Never ask the world of mortals again.

This mediocre world is all about others, so why ask these things again?

Wearing green hills,

Instead of living this daily life, I might as well wear plain clothes and live in seclusion in the mountains, become a monk and be imprisoned in the mountains all my life.

The green lantern of the ancient Buddha will accompany him all his life.

Every day in front of the Buddha, chanting an oil lamp, live this life.