Luyện nghe bài hát The Ascetic

Everyday I go the mountain
to the top, but I don't know what for.
It's quiet until I hear a voice from the
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 before he
And just before I left the hospital and to travel
If he could face death so calmly, how can I face with
So much doubt? now...i sit on the of a mountain,
And watch the shadows slowly filling the below.
But not without the that still linger,
And caress the edges of my shadowy interior...
At least a expels impurities,
In a manner of model effeciencies. and my previous
Always at least offered that. vasectomies in clean and
Well-lit places. a feel, seals from infecti[b,
But not disease. I often wonder if I left anyone behind?
But somehow, I just remember. only an oddly-defined try
To find a better way. but somehow...i don't believe is it!
I about india, and the hindu concept of life,
To be so loved...and understand the space between and
Perception. and now...it that I live there...