Isabelle Huang - Bu San Lyrics

Silk twists and turns through the wind, like a dream
There's no meetings and no separation

The crimson that fills the sky looks half real, half illusion
Silvery butterflies play amid fluttering petals
Nothing is perfect; even the sun is shaded, the moon dark and hazy
It's futile going to extremes, trying to solve the indistinguishable hatred and greed

Raging flames disappears and weeds rekindle
When one rises the other falls, like a circle
The boundless universe is contained in bright scrolls
Who's to say whether righteousness or evil is to be praised

Why do we meet and separate, but forget to return?
Why do we face the demon of temptation, and fall into these unreal illusions?
Under the whisk in the utopian paradise
They float up into the sky to emerge as immortals

Silk twists and turns through the wind, like a dream
There's no meetings and no separation

Raging flames disappears and weeds rekindle
When one rises the other falls, like a circle
The boundless universe is contained in bright scrolls
Who's to say whether righteousness or evil is to be praised

Why do we meet and separate, but forget to return?
Why do we face the demon of temptation, and fall into these unreal illusions?
Under the whisk in the utopian paradise
They float up into the sky to emerge as immortals

Why do we separate, why do we feel these joys and sorrows?
Why do we fall head over heels and assume things?
Regardless of if it's destiny, this longing won't help us keep our virtue
Truth gave birth to all that exists, there will be no separation

The blossoming trees sway high in the clouds
There's no separation