Putting my life in the palm of Buddha's hand
Waiting for a destiny that will take my soul away
The Jinsei on this bank
Hua Nian on the other side of the bank
Both sides of the River of Forgetfulness
Me and you
Missing each other for a long time in our life
Destined to be doomed for a long time in the world
Thus
I have been reincarnated for five hundred years.
Five hundred years of reincarnation
A similar story
When you came
I went away
When I walked under the blossoming tree
Your flowers fell
When you were the sky's streaming clouds and I was the Zen monk
When I was the incense-burning mortal and you were the morning bell of the ancient temple
So
Another cycle
In the missed meeting, I interpreted the fate
In the moment of rubbing shoulders, I held the blessing
In the twinkling of an eye
Stealing years
Your loneliness
My dress
Your year
My last song
The year after the year
Your year
My last song
The year after the year
My year
My year
My last song
After years
It is the time for me to be a monk. Years later
You're still as beautiful as a flower
I've already lost my years
The quiet loneliness that flies over thousands of mountains
The separation of the autumn clouds that settles in the sky
Time is like the sand of the fingertips
Love is like a flower in the water
A trace of the heart's movement
Since then, the waves have flattened out like a mirror
And there's nothing left but A moon, a spring, and a chilly back
Dancing alone on the other side of the shore
Passing away in the clouds