Young Buddhists in the Lotuses

Life is simple and pure
You wake up and look around
To see this world
As meaningful as colorful lotuses
To feel this mind
As bright as dreamy lotuses

You don't remember the day
When you're born in the heart of the lotuses
You try to recall those fleeting past lives
Out of the doors of unrelated-yet-related images
Sound long gone while
Kept well in the seasons of lotuses

Try to hold your youth just like
The nonstop breathing in and breathing out
Under the red purple sky
To live this world
You put down and fall asleep
Life is precious and peaceful