Lyrics from Tun-huang
Tune: “Willow Branches” (Yang-liu-chih)
Spring goes, spring comes, spring again will be spring;
Cold and heat alternate constantly.
The moon waxes, the moon wanes, then again the new moon returns.
Age urges people on.
What you see is the thousand-year-old moon before the hall,
Eternally there, eternally present.
What you don’t see are hundred-year-old people in the chamber:
They have all turned to dust.