I made a promise infront of the Buddha that I would be a good person for the rest of my life.
In the sacred Buddhist hall, is that unruly heart repenting?
May the Buddha bless them.
I still haven't shed tears.
In the smoke and dew around, what are the sincere monks thinking?
Are such people really quiet and have they never loved anyone?
Or still love the past they have experienced .
And I, what do I take to forget, the person I still love that I hide in my heart and will not forget it until I di