At that moment, eyes closed in by Xiang Wu in the house , you suddenly hear the chanting of the mantra .
that day , pile up Mani Dui , not for virtue , only to cast the stone heart of the lake ;
that night , I heard one night Fanchang , not to ponder the matter , only to find you Breath ;
that in January , I shake all of the prayer wheel , not for salvation , only for the touch of your fingertips ;
year, kowtowing prostrate on the mountain road , not for an audience , only to Against your warmth ;
that I, I scanned Shiwandashan , not to repair the afterlife , the only way to meet with you .
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