The lyrics of Xuanyuan's "2"

Floating Life drunk

Seven thousand years ago, you sat in silence in this courtyard

Lotus pond side Bodhi fall

Thousands of years later, the ancient scroll green lamp lights up the fire of this night

Silence is wrong

Six thousand years ago, the ancient city was broken by the wind of yellow sand

Dusk clouds cover old people

Who will remember after a thousand years

The river with camel bells

Li song is also extravagant

Who is still singing the song of five thousand years

It's hard to say if you sing all the prosperity and loneliness and all the troubles

I go back to the lake

It's not your hand to hold the three thousand lotus flowers in this life

Another song of Qingshang

You look back and sigh the song of your life

Old water and Qinghe River in old city

Wrong shoulder in this life

The mountains and waters that I rode through are forgotten into loneliness

If you have ever been obsessive

Who will remember the prophecy all his life

One word is too much to say

How can I walk slowly with memories before I die

One step at a time

Who is still singing the lotus blossom and fall in the world

Sing all flowers bloom and fall

I go back to the lake

It's not your hand to hold the three thousand lotus flowers in this life

Another song of Qingshang

Looking back on Shaohua

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I said it was extravagant.

Six thousand years ago, you gave me a Loulan, but you destroyed it yourself.

I think that's wrong.

I am beside you, silent for a thousand years.

It's just a thing. If you have feelings, it's wrong.

You step on the light, beautiful as lotus, overlooking all living beings.

That's my luxury.

You said, "because I salute you.".

But why do you give me such a cause, but refuse to give me a way of liberation?

Buddha.

I'm a student. Old. I'm sick. Death. I can't ask for it. Love and parting. Resentment and hatred. The five Yin are flourishing.

Pity the ignorance of all living beings, take bitterness for pleasure, drink doves to quench thirst.

It's a moment of bitterness and happiness.

At that time, you once admonished, "if you enter reincarnation, there will be no relief. Once you decide, there will be no turning back."

I don't understand, but I don't ask.

It's my fault to fall in love with the Buddha who gives to all living beings. Love is also a shackle that cannot be broken.

But it was only later that I realized that such extravagance was the real fault.

Because you never said it.

Quenched at a glance, half day dream, years of burning pain.

All the world is dead.