only way to meet with you
; text - Gyatso
central warehouse ; ; namely daytime
I turn a blind eye in the house by the
Xiang Wu ; suddenly heard
you are hymning the mantra
That January,
I am moved at the cylinder
all ; not for salvation
; equitable to touch your fingertips
year
I kowtowing prostrate mountain
not for the audience
only close to the warmth of your
; ; that lifetime
I corner water to the pagoda of Mt
; not to repair the afterlife
only way to meet with you
; ; that in January
; ; I turn all by the light tube
not for salvation
just to touch your finger
year
I embrace the long brain knock the dust
; ; not pilgrims
only close to the warmth of your
; ; that lifetime
I scanned Shiwandashan
; ; no to mend the afterlife
merely access to meet with you
only on that night
I forgot all
; discard the faith
; discarded reincarnation
; ; only that the Buddha was crying rose
long lost old central storage gloss
Gyatso, the original 名洛桑仁钦 central warehouse Gyatso, Tibet's southern division of turn area. Sutra Mantra was connate in a family division. Gyatso was born in the central position two annuals of the Qing Emperor Kangxi (1683). S Si Sang Gyatso was chosen for the soul boy of the Fifth Dalai Lama, after thirty years of Kangxi (1692) September Tibetan Panchen Lama Lobsang Yeshe from V ordained in October by the Potala Palace, the enthronement etiquette of the line. Khan plucked off Sangjie Gyatso Tibet,
Kids' Supra Skytop Shoes, the central warehouse spin deposed Gyatso,
Failure Summary, forty-five years of Kangxi (1706) vehicle of Beijing. According to official records, who died in November above his way north in the neighborhood of Qinghai Lake, the public Karma Naul.
central warehouse Gyatso, a delinquent prodigal son, a zealous poet. As the Dalai Lama, his life condemned to lose all reputation. For liberty, in array to pursue the adore of hearts, he did not exile, wandering the world anew. His undergoing, his music, his privacy,
Name, a few human kept in the dark? And his name, his love poems, but not carved in the centers of people in the world.
such a beautiful poem, not for of fleeting period meantime away the indifference,
Promised no to adore you, the cycle through the centuries, has been singing even now.
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