Let life be beautiful like summer flowers

 Life, thin and light-off time and time again


Frivolous tireless


one


I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart


Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting


Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of


Eventually swaying in the desert oasis


I believe I am


Born as the bright summer flowers


Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule


Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome


Bored


Two


I heard the music, from the moon and carcass


Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty


Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure


There are always memories throughout the earth


I believe I am


Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves


Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture


Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle


Occult


Three


I hear love, I believe in love


Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae


As desolate micro-burst of wind


Bleeding through my veins


Years stationed in the belief


Four


I believe that all can hear


Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own


Some can not grasp the moment


Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere


See, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way


Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain


Five


Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as


life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves


Also care about what has

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