Don't blame living Buddha Tsangyang Gyatso, vagabond what he wants, No different from ordinary people. ——Tibetan Folk Song 1 On that high eastern hilltop, A bright moon rises, Maggie Ami's face, come to my mind. 2 Seedlings planted last year This year has become a bundle. the aging body of youth, Even more curved than the Southbow. 3 beloved ones, If we can live together for a hundred years As much as from the sea, Rare treasures were picked. 4 time to bloom Bees needn't be sad. Since fate is over, Why should I break my heart in vain. 5 hoarfrost on achnatherum

And the messenger of the cold wind just the two of them Scattered bees and flowers 6 written in small black letters Once the water is flushed, it will be gone unpainted inner picture No matter how you wipe it, it will not be wiped off 6 in this short life this is enough for me I don't know the next life boyhood can we still meet 7 The Moon at the Fifteenth Quarter like her face Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace don't live longer 8 Already an Italian ape, It's hard to sleep in the dark, I haven't got it in the daytime, Can't help feeling disheartened.

9 A girl is not born of her mother, I'm afraid it was born from a peach tree! why her love, Faster than peach blossoms! 10 white-feathered crane, Lend me your wings. I don't fly far, As long as you reach Litang, you have to turn back. 11 The brilliance of the white water lily illuminates the whole world. The lotus fruit of Gesar is quietly ripening. Only my parrot brother quietly came to your side. 12 I didn't see the best at all, so I didn't have to worry about it. It turns out that it doesn't matter if you are not familiar with it, it won't be so upside down.

12 Best to see first lest you get carried away The second best is unfamiliar lest lovesickness linger 13 That day I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting in the incense mist of the scripture hall In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for transcendence, just to touch your fingertips In that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road not to see you, but to hug your warmth In that life, I turned mountains, rivers, and Buddhist pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way 14 you see me or not I'm right there neither sad nor happy

do you miss me or not love is there Do not come or go do you love me or not love is there no increase no decrease you follow me or not my hand is in your hand never give up come into my arms or let me live in your heart silently in love Silent joy