There are always memories throughout the earth
I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle
Occult
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief
I believe that all hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some ot grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere
See, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
life be beautiful like summer flowers ah like autumn leaves
Also care about what has