Let life return to zero

Let life return to zero, I is the green lotus blooming in front of buddha. A silently blooming in Lotus River, bathing in the quiet chanting.

Let life return to zero, my heart ikfes is a warm and bergamot, beads. Be cynical greatly discerning and apprehending.

Let life return to zero, I is a bottle of water, lying in the arms of a Bodhisattva, no wave, free of any dust.

Let life return to zero, I am a cloud, gently floating in the Amitabha pure land, just waiting for you, ulike for your joy of ignorance.

To me, nothing. Have no heart.

My heart, in Van Gogh's sunflower, in the poem, in Sanmao's swansong. When Van Gogh raised the pistol, aimed at his head. When the lake in your body to cold steel rail. When Sanmao, the beautiful neck wound with stockings. Who can say, it is the world's most beautiful. When they take off the body soul moments, whether also to have good. Do you still remember those who love them dearly, and the people who love them dearly. Still remember the world a bit warm.

Night music, cool autumn water. Outdoor, the moon in the sky, cinnamon floating. Han Tan, moon, lotus, insect sound, too lonely. Indoor light, warm, and sleeping, kgirl a slight snore. People say, simple is happiness, happiness is. Tea, reading, meditation, the three pleasures of life. Music, deep night. Songs of distant, toward the heart, slowly penetrate to the bone marrow, and brought into the void, drifted away, disappear. This is a Song Hui Pu mage air-to-air song.

Lyrics: day is empty, empty, thing for star mountains and sea. Also on the air, also a few winter air, year after year. Students also empty, dead space. Back and forth not highcity sincere. The male is empty, the female also empty, and male and female reincarnation dream. Life is empty, luck also empty, nature in a set number of ... ...

Down, easy, comfortable. Watch the world, love is free, love is empty, obsessed with a wind. Name is empty, Lee is also empty, who see it die ". Also empty, empty is defeated, talk a hero with success or failure. Everybody knows this truth, but there are few people can put down. Life Baku: life, love, hate, lofes and shall not, the five khandas sheng. Who can avoid them. There is too much suffering, too sad, too much, it is Van Gogh, hazel, Sanmao these sentimental and sensitive soul can afford. People, or clumsy little. Stupid is as stupid does.