PureInsight | September 19, 2005
When you go away,
Your scent is missing in the air.
When I go away,
I, too, will become nothing but a memory swept away by the wind.
Taste the raindrops from heaven.
They are my tears falling to the human realm.
Listen to the bird chirping in the trees.
They are my words to you.
Look again at those beautiful flowers in blossom and budding.
They are representations of my face for you.
The seemingly long life is nothing but fleeting beauty.
Everything we own is nothing but a transient memory.
I have already departed.
I will turn into the soil that protects and nourish the flowers.
I will protect the earth and I will protect you.
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/music/articles/9/26126.html