Flying Stone
Drizzle moss cold,
Suddenly, spring is sent again.
Falling flowers,
Birds are not afraid of people.
The love of the world is fading,
The path to liberation is deepening.
The heart is like a stone outside the sky,
Smooth and dusty.
Drizzle moss cold,
Suddenly, spring is sent again.
Falling flowers,
Birds are not afraid of people.
The love of the world is fading,
The path to liberation is deepening.
The heart is like a stone outside the sky,
Smooth and dusty.