The dark night, snow persistence came into my arms the moment, your back is like a twilight sky light and shadow when wild Courtyard, crushing and intense light, let me burst Spiritual trance.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, from childhood, your warmth as soft grass, and always deeply moved by my thoughts, gentle enough to ripple.
Walking in the rugged mountain road, braving a while Jinsi burst of snow, I think you would like your eyebrows, your eyes moving and your loving words.
Do not laugh at me crazy, I'm just deeply touched by you, and even chord vibration, magic can not be made.
Believe me, the son of farmers from the Tibetan Living Buddha to the snow, to replace the one outfit, has been lingering in my mind is still your flower smile.
Do not question, sitting in the Potala Palace to accept people worship me, to you, is still used to hang around in the markets that fresh young, prayer flags fluttering in the wind under your eyes every day to follow the hot, because I have one and the same Fanxin beings.
Dear Maji Ami, if the Almighty Buddha for my heart is full of wisdom and strength to reach the other side of the firm, then, you're my heart tis white as snow lotus, full of mildly bright mind, the wind suddenly from time to time to help me fly the clouds.
All along, your shadow like the uptrend in the first emerged in the grass, swaying in my eyes breath of spring, eye brow affective stretches, such as rivers grace graceful narcissus, from the U.S. self-sustaining not know it.
Since the fear of sentimental loss holy life, afraid of error Allure into the mountains.
I blame the world outstanding Fan Xin, Unexpectedly, your love me more close to the true meaning of the Buddha. Faith and love always complement each other, not the slightest conflict of personal freedom more than the yoke of bondage.
Longitudinal self-willed people laugh at me, ignoring rules and prohibitions, even worse, shame I did not check on line, call me immoral to play the shamisen Sa, that I am not a woman accompanied the night can not sleep, they did not realize my body clean ring, in Binv never interfere.
People laugh at me, the only you solution to my liking.
Whenever a laugh, the words are a kind of superfluous.
You know, there is a rebellion and was brought to quell them in my body as I stick to one source. Strict discipline and the nature of the conflict, the Qing, the total makes it difficult balance this year in my 20 years of age can not contain the outbreak.
Still remember the day you turn up to the Gurkha Tashilhunpo, along the way my face was clouded, heart, such as a hedge, hit right-left conflict, can not find the exit.
Why should I accept that somehow the monks quit?
No matter how V Panchen Lama pray for persuasion, and his reasons are always too far-fetched, let me speechless, finally got up and running for the door only resolutely out of the main hall in sunlight knock him three outgoing head, and repeatedly say: "contrary to the orders of the division, it Gankui!", and then obsessed with a lot to say and had to leave.
Lama I had an eagle, is the boundless blue sky, why do they trapped under the roof, not far ahead?
So far, I still remember the childhood by the strict religious education received, and the teacher first thought. Sanggyai Gyatso's careful teaching, but the monks have quit anyway so I can not accept love. Maji Ami, I have never betrayed their religious beliefs, but not willing to be the fate of tease, not independence.
Who believe that the ideal survival guide the people I have to accept their own worldly bondage, than mere mortals should not be free?
It is really ridiculous is the fate of erecting a high wall, sharp but not tame the beast was incarcerated, only in the narrow-down position in Suicide self-harm, howling, licking the bleeding wounds, Looking to the horizon and already deeply in the hope, even the words are a mistake!
"If a monk can not return the ring and suffered before the novices quit, I will commit suicide for Tashilhunpo. Both of them, please choose one!" This is my V Panchen Lama said, perhaps too mean enough, but can not so, I believe I know your every cell, can knows quite well.
Streamer rises every day, not to beg for blessing; shaken by the barrel, not for salvation; knock long head of the prostrate, the mountain is not an audience; of Mt ales pagoda ah, not to repair the afterlife, only to touch Maggie Ami your fingertips, feel you everywhere.
So, as long as the night hit, I would altar and secretly eviction, marching passionate soft snow, arrived in Lhasa Barkhor Street in the southeast corner of the side of the Purple Ying Ying taverns to meet you. And you always have quietly sat in a corner, again Smile, as if snow-capped mountains on the bright moon, so I can always glance at the many in the crowd will find you.
Small pub, in our left are sweet memories.
Past such as yesterday, people of pain.
At this moment, the night such as ink, snow storms, I am difficult.
Maji Ami, I love the girl, when I was in my heart calling you like that when your name is on my 眼耳鼻舌身 in reverse back and forth, a hundred thousand turn back more than fragrance.
You in me, before the snow lotus is Buddha, the United States was blinding people. But I tell you, it is a disaster.
Micro-services day I meet you out at night, how can expect early morning Lama iron bar found in the snow was out of step, find the way to my chambers, and then disposed of my personal torture Lama, and the secret of your death.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, I have killed your abundance of the heart, from four walls, everywhere deserted.
Life always parting, but I did not expect so soon. Childhood to large, red flowers and green leaves you and me is the relationship, without you, how could I live alone?
As supreme leader, the Dalai Lama, but can not protect the woman kindly, and even unable to guard your tomb, with the country, so what?
Snow harder and harder, I again and again, over and over again in my heart calling your name, Maji Ami.
I am so reluctant to you, Maji Ami.
Without you, I can not do anything. Maji Ami.
Part of my body is dead, no longer respond.
Maji Ami, you're not, I can not afford to Zen, the whole world into a container of wet snow-white, empty, nothing, even if a new day coming, I still think it's lonely.
I love the girl Maji Ami, you know that only you one person alone? Everyone and he is not related, and the whole world is gone, even the Buddha is also depressed and withdrew.
So, I can only silence, can only follow you, rather negative as coming to live of State.
Dear Maji Ami, you see, holy lakes of circumambulation in the near front, as pure and noble as you, please let me follow the direction it will pursue you, away from the root of all suffering:
Results association do to make concentric edge, this life is short means lingering.
Invitation to the World meet, then date, jade tree of a juvenile.
没有评论:
发表评论