I' ve left your hand, I think.
So it is now your turn to choose...

The rotten bamboos are tied together now
And it took a bed's shape...

It\'s the beginning of spring
Sunny,windy and soft drizzling...

Touched!O ye Scriptures
O,Holy words...

Far beyond this physical realm
I placed you in my land of dream...

I always wear a formal attire
And hide the extinguished flames and fire...