The Saddest Thing

Reading from The Collected Songs of Cold 🥶 Mountain – 187

What is the saddest thing in the world

the rafts of sin people build to reach hell

ignoring the man in the clouds and cliffs

with one thin robe for the shores of his life

in autumn he lets the leaves fall

in spring he lets the trees bloom

he sleeps through the three realms free of concerns

with moonlight and wind for his home

—Cold Mountain 🥶 ⛰