Talking about Living Buddha Encountered in Lhasa

The Tibetan living Buddha is Cangyang Jiacuo. He is a living Buddha and a prodigal son. At night, he will become a prodigal son as Sang Wang Bo and go to the bars on the streets of Lhasa to have fun. His lover is Maggie Amy, and this love poem is also written for her.

The contents are as follows

Cangyang Jiacuo's love song book "That day, that January, that year" has three versions!

Version 1:

On that day,

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

Suddenly I heard that you praised the truth in the scripture;

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. ...

Version 2:

the other day

Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple

Suddenly I heard the truth you recited.

January of that year

Turn all the warp rollers.

Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.

That year

Kowtow and crawl on the mountain road.

Not to see, just to stick to your warmth.

Ina

Turn mountains, water and stupa.

Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.

If you obey your lover's wishes, you will break the law in your life.

If you go to practice in that deep mountain, you will go against the girl's wishes.

The heart of a boy in Kampot is like a bee beating spider silk.

Just lingering for three days, I remembered that Buddhism is boundless.

Meditate on the guru's face, but never show up.

I didn't think of my lover's face, but it appeared vividly in front of me. ......

Version 3

That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your eulogy.

That January, I shook all the prayer wheels not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.

At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.

That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.

That January, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth.

At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I became immortal, not for longevity, but for your happiness and peace.

I hope you are satisfied, the best answer.