Bồ Tát Tựa Sơn

Who doesn't understand that the moon is a color of longing lost in the night searching for an inn the path of the eyes passing through following the green of love Reincarnation waits for the jade as the five countries cease their heavenly drums The world in their eyes knows where to loo The beautiful child of the night is the most beautiful voice The six-stringed lute in the pillow intoxicates me By the sacred oath of the distant war and the countless vows Happy and beautiful meeting Choose the right path and good people Let's find our way back to life