那一月,我摇动所有的转经筒,不为
超度,只为触摸你的指尖;
那一年,磕长头匍匐在山路,不为觐
见,只为贴着你的温暖;
那一世,转山转水转佛塔啊,不为修
来生,只为途中与你相见。
A month gone, setting all the prayer
wheels turning, not to achieve
transcendence
only to brush your finger tips
A year gone, prone in the dust of the
mountain road, not to make
obeisance
only to press into your warmth
A lifetime gone, turning and turning,
mountains,rivers,stupas,not to seek rebirth,
Only to meet you along the way.
《一路风尘》
