At your peak, your batter cards set of 32 tracks.
In your face as the morning rising, you, you wake up.
Riches ears, of course, you, forsake you, And thrice
wrinkles around your neck this marvel.
At Empire of the Rising Sun, dear to your heart,
With your hand, you told me: "Do not be afraid."
In the Middle Kingdom, your outstretched hand to the heavens, You told me
accomplished expiating of my wishes.
(Siddhartha Gautama Buddha said)
Happiness is like water between your fingers
Just a moment in his hands in pain,
Since we want to grasp it, it's gone.
There are no things, they are the ones we hold.
When we want to appropriate them, they strike bluntly,
When they are released, there is always master.
(PHILOSOPHY CALLED ZEN)
Discipline released, beliefs unfounded
Spirit emptiness metaphysical exorcised,
The mind will be blank for those who want to think!
path of truth, back to unity.
The wise man said: "Long live freedom! .
Only experience is required, to be illuminated.
(FULLNESS CALLED INTENSE NIRVANA)
But you see I'm your way.
Strass, am my destiny.
Words outlets,
On illusory world,
form and rise,
As a bulwark of drunk
For murderous open
For anyone who molests ...
From my tower dreamer, the words enchanting
Protect my hours of pain ...
Defence said: "Great Wall of China ink ..."
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