What has persisted since some previous generations
Is only these incessant feelings of lamentation
Little monk, you've finally turned around?
The sound of invocations has gradually turned hoarse
Her presence in this temple has faded
The Bodhi tree didn't offer its blessings
Just a few scriptures won't be able to hold back
A yard full of flourishing red spider lilies
You left this dwelling
Robbing joy and hatred of a place to manifest
Turning back is now out of the question
Watching your lips curl into a smile
Is it possible to take off the saffron robe?
To return to you a place called home
Why bestow blessings upon me, but not her?
Yay! It looks like this melody can be played offline on a 30 note paper strip music box!
All you need to do is: