Somewhere on the path we must have met
Now on this Buddha land
You and I
Are sharing the same room, stories, habits, and dharma wishes
We seemed match
People even mistake we are sisters
Yes, we are sisters
You are my lost Kalyana Mitra
Trip is over
We might not seeing each other again
But please remember
When we are dwelling in the silence of our mind
There is where we will meet again
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