Night hushes sutra chants, celestial whispers float, dawn breathes incense smoke, to imperial scent aloft. The…
Night hushes sutra chants, celestial whispers float, dawn breathes incense smoke, to imperial scent aloft. The halls and pavilions, tier upon tier, gleam with gold and jade, while morning bells and evening drums carry Buddhist hymns far into the distance. Inside the temple, the smoke of offerings coils like a sacred mountain's mist. Visitors take their seats as fate allows, listening to the wondrous teachings of the Dharma. Yet, how lamentable, the Buddha statue towers so high, sighing as the enlightened one lowers His gaze for all beings, while mortals fail to truly see Him.