Luyện nghe bài hát The Ascetic

Everyday I go upon the
to the top, but I don't know what for.
It's quiet until I a voice from the mountain
It "beware of what you want...it might want you more!

Ashes...my hut...
But beautiful cherries blooming from the hill
One of my patients...just before he
And before I left the hospital and began to travel
If he face death so calmly, how can I face life with
So much now...i sit on the side of a mountain,
And the shadows slowly filling the valleys below.
But not without the doubts still linger,
And caress the edges of my shadowy interior...
At a cathater expels impurities,
In a manner of model effeciencies. and my profession
Always at least that. fully vasectomies in clean and
places. a sterile feel, seals from infecti[b,
But not from disease. I often wonder if I anyone behind?
But somehow, I just can't remember. an oddly-defined try
To find a better way. but somehow...i believe this is it!
I think india, and the hindu concept of life,
To be so loved...and the space between reality and
Perception. and now...it that I live there...