Bustling noises [from the secular world]
I've taken refuge in a religious life
[So that noise] disturbs me
The dream seems cold
I toss and turn through this lifetime
As I have many debts of love
It's like you've agreed to
A life and death of waiting and withering away
Waiting and withering, year after yearA few floors of the Buddha tower are broken
[Just like how] it's broken who's soul?
With pain I head straight
A broken lamp
The collapsed monastery main gate
Allow me to wait again
For history to turn around
Waiting for the wine to mellow
Waiting for you to play a song on the GuzhengThe rain comes in droves
Your old hometown is covered densely with vegetation
I hear that
You were still by yourself
The mottled city gate
Is entrenched with old tree roots
What's re-echoing on the stone slab are
The words "wait again"The rain comes in droves
Your old hometown is covered densely with vegetation
I hear that
You were still guarding that isolated city
The sound of the reed pipe from the outskirts of the city
Fall upon that plain village
Our fate is deeply rooted downI listen to the welcoming laughter of the youth
It is the envy of many people
Those annals of history are never gentle and soft
Things are written down too cruelly
Fireworks cool easily
People part easilyAnd you are asking
If I am still
SeriousAfter a thousand years and successive generations the love is still deep
Who else is still waiting?
And how can it be those blue annals are false
Luo Yang has the Book of Wei
It's like you are following [me]
Marrying me in a previous life
Following the world of mortals
Along with me
Wandering for a lifetimeI listen to the rain hoping for eternity in the temple
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