拉萨夜雨 Lhasa night rain Lāsà yè yǔ 耸入云天的路 Soaring into the sky sǒng rù yúntiān de lù 连着记忆的湖 Lake with memories liánzhe jìyì de hú 金光闪闪的殿堂 The shimmering palace jīnguāng shǎnshǎn de diàntáng 护佑虔诚的脚步 Protect the steps of piety hùyòu qiánchéng de jiǎobù 朵朵莲花盛开的佛前 Blossoming lotus in front of buddha duǒ duǒ liánhuā shèngkāi de fú qián 感念着仁慈的光 Feeling the light of kindness gǎnniànzhe réncí de guāng 祈祷思念的青藤 Ivy who prays to miss qídǎo sīniàn de qīng téng 慢慢爬上牵梦的窗 Slowly climb up the window holding dreams màn man pá shàng qiān mèng de chuāng 拉萨午夜的细雨 Drizzle at midnight in Lhasa lāsà wǔyè de xì yǔ 淋响了心的铃铛 The bell ringing my heart lín xiǎngle xīn de língdāng 踏着晨钟暮鼓的召唤 Follow the call of the morning bell tàzhe chénzhōngmùgǔ de zhàohuàn 在离你最近的路上 On the road closest to you zài lí nǐ zuìjìn de lùshàng 拉萨午夜的细雨 Drizzle at midnight in Lhasa lāsà wǔyè de xì yǔ 润泽了心的禅房 ...
Life is the present, it is not the experience. The weight and the strength of experience shadow the present, and so experiencing becomes the experience. J. Krishnamurti _ https://shorturl.at/ahCX0