One glance at the morning star, and the snow got even whiter.
The look in his eye chills hair and bones.
If earth itself hadn’t experienced this instant,
Old Shakyamuni never would have appeared.
One glance at the morning star, and the snow got even whiter.
The look in his eye chills hair and bones.
If earth itself hadn’t experienced this instant,
Old Shakyamuni never would have appeared.
