Lyrics of little song "mountain monk"

Green moss is born in the mouth of Buddha

Spring and autumn are not as good as evening

But he walked slowly to the Tang tower and other white cloud dogs

And so and so who don't know where to go

The moon is thin and the old figure grows to the hills

Don't worry about the world

Still in the box, Gao a Xun's red cherry sleeves are hot at night

Seeing off the lost so and so

What time does he sleep in Sanskrit

But the dream of a lifetime of white head

The style of Jinglun is not beautiful

But the brush and ink are drawn to make the forehead

I've spent my whole life cooking bones to lure Zhumen into seclusion

How do you choose to go

The moon is thin and the old figure grows to the hills

Don't worry about the world

Still in the box, Gao a Xun's red cherry sleeves are hot at night

Seeing off the lost so and so

What time does he sleep in Sanskrit

But the dream of a lifetime of white head

The style of Jinglun is not beautiful

But the brush and ink are drawn to make the forehead

I've spent my whole life cooking bones to lure Zhumen into seclusion

How do you choose to go

Buddhism is a long way to relieve all kinds of worries in the world

Learn to walk with the sound of water

Red mirror in this life

Are you still willing to go

In the night, one person walks in the mountain, and the mountain is demon

The demon, the dream and the king will sleep forever

In the daytime, one person walks in the mountains, and the mountains are full of demons

The demon, the dream and the king will sleep forever

Don't go to the mountain alone during the day. The demon monk will make you dream of death