That life
That year
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the way
Not for the audience, just for your warmth
Not for transcendence, just for touching your fingertips
Suddenly I heard the truth in your chanting
Turn the mountain, turn the water, turn the pagoda
Kowtow on the mountain road
I shake all the sutras
Close your eyes in the mist of the Sutra Hall
That day, I heard it suddenly
The truth in your chanting
That month was not over
Just to touch your fingertips
That year was not for the audience
Just for your warmth
That life is not for the afterlife
Just to meet you on the way
That life that year
That month, that day
That life that year
That month, that day
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the way
Not for the audience, just for your warmth
Not for transcendence, just for touching your fingertips
Suddenly I heard the truth in your chanting
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the way
Not for the audience, just for your warmth
Not for transcendence, just for touching your fingertips
Suddenly I heard the truth in your chanting
That life that year
That month, that day
That life that year
That month, that day
That day, I heard it suddenly
The truth in your chanting
That month was not over
Just to touch your fingertips
That year was not for the audience
Just for your warmth
That life is not for the afterlife
Just to meet you on the way
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