Spring has come and the swallow's wings are fluttering
Apricot peach blossoms in both North and South regions
A moment of sudden greed
I want to fly away to be the spring breeze
In the afternoon, when he was sad, he went out to look at the red bones
Quietly the heart carries sadness
Recalling the memories of days with you
But now I have passed away
The fragrant scent of lilies at night
The smoke of incense draws the path to Nirvana
The base of the incense stick is covered with ashes
Tattooing the shadow of my earthly mother from time immemorial.