那一月,我搖動所有的轉(zhuǎn)經(jīng)筒,不為
超度,只為觸摸你的指尖;
那一年,磕長頭匍匐在山路,不為覲
見,只為貼著你的溫暖;
那一世,轉(zhuǎn)山轉(zhuǎn)水轉(zhuǎn)佛塔啊,不為修
來生,只為途中與你相見宠哄。
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.
《一路風塵》
