That moment

I have a wind horse.

Not to beg for happiness.

Just waiting for your arrival

the other day

Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple

Suddenly hear

The truth in your hymn

the other day

Set mani heap

Not for Xiu De.

Just to throw stones into the heart lake

that night

I listened to Brahma all night.

Not for enlightenment.

Just to find your breath

January of that year

I shake all the curved pipes.

Not to cross over.

Just to touch your fingertips

That year

Kowtow and crawl on the mountain road.

Not for the audience.

Just to keep your warmth.

Ina

Turn the stupa over mountains and waters.

Not for the afterlife.

Just to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.