My real form
At the sound of the bell in the silent night, I wake from my dream in this dream world of ours.
Gazing at the reflection of the moon in a clear pool, I see, beyond my form, my real form.
– Unknown
At the sound of the bell in the silent night, I wake from my dream in this dream world of ours.
Gazing at the reflection of the moon in a clear pool, I see, beyond my form, my real form.
– Unknown
