Luyện nghe bài hát The Ascetic

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

Ashes...my hut...
But like cherries blooming from the hill
One of my patients...just he died
And just I left the hospital and began to travel
If he could face death so calmly, how can I face with
So much now...i sit on the side of a mountain,
And watch the shadows filling the valleys below.
But not the doubts that still linger,
And constantly caress the of my shadowy interior...
At least a cathater impurities,
In a manner of effeciencies. and my previous profession
Always at least offered that. fully vasectomies in and
places. a sterile feel, seals from infecti[b,
But not from disease. I often wonder if I left anyone
But somehow, I just remember. only an oddly-defined try
To find a way. but somehow...i don't believe this is it!
I think about india, and the concept of life,
To be so loved...and the space between reality and
Perception. and now...it seems I live there...