Life, thin and light-off time and time againFrivolous tirelessI heard the echo, from the valleys and the heartOpen to the lonely soul of sickle harvestingRepeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of eventually swaying in the desert oasisI believe I amBorn as the bright summer flowersDo not withered undefeated fiery demon ruleHeart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome BoredI heard the music, from the moon and carcassAuxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture mistyFilling the intense life, but also filling the pureThere are always memories throughout the earthI believe I amDied as the quiet beauty of autumn leavesSheng is not chaos, smoke gestureEven wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle OccultI hear love, I believe in loveLove is a pool of struggling blue-green algaeAs desolate micro-burst of windBleeding through my veinsYears stationed in the beliefI believe that all can hearEven anticipate discrete, I met the other their ownSome can not grasp the momentLeft to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhereSee, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the wayFrequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rainPrajna Paramita, soon as soon as life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leavesAlso care about what has
