With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
All because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal
There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.