An Illusion in the Bright Mirror of Eternity

Every day is an illusion in the bright mirror of eternity.
You see yourself from teenager to white hair,
as if you are a role in a play.
And the peace of mind makes you smell the fragrance of flowers from the Heavens.
You recall yourself in outer space with smiles --
that golden giant and fragrant light;
those huge number of palaces looks lofty, resplendent and majestic,
rise and fall, like a sea of gold.
Billions of years is like the drops of nectar
crystal clear, sprinkle the music of intoxicated soul.




Translated by Yuanbing Zhang