Yen Tu

Out of the forest, the bees still follow
Because the scent of flowers has soaked into the shoulder of the shirt
The fragrant scent of Zen remains from the time of the Buddha Emperor.
Keep my soul peaceful, after all the storms…

Bee, bee, come back to the forest
This world is not yours,
Even the sound of your flight, no one can hear
His shoulder is full of the bitter taste of sun and rain
Don't you get it?

The bees have thinned out…
The heart is naturally startled
Turn back. The sky is blue.
Buddha - A land of wisdom
The honey of humanity - nourishes life forever…