The other side of lethe
Red higanbana The petals are scattered everywhere Who cares if she is crying Kneeling before the Buddha for a thousand years No buddha I really want to see her again I crossed Lethe and crossed the other shore I hope she can look back The Lethe River is difficult to cross, blocking her all the way If the Buddha does not cross, then I will do it One flower, one leaf and one bodhi Reincarnation is a fan I wait for Bodhi to fall to the ground Take this half-life mist and rain Shave your hair and put on a robe Just ask me to help her Let go of obsessions and concerns Sit under the linden tree I believe in this cycle of life and death I also wish to believe in my Buddha's mercy How can you realize The taste of lovesickness Sentiment of love parting Enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree I would lay down everything for you Let me come in this life Red higanbana The petals are scattered everywhere Who cares if she's crying Kneeling before the Buddha for a thousand years No buddha I really want to see her again I crossed Lethe Also walked across the shore I hope she can look back Lethe River is difficult to cross Blocked her all the way If the Buddha does not cross, then I will do it
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