Taoist Priest, Come Down the Mountain

One anger turns beauty into beauty, one anger cuts down the sky. See the world with a smile, talk about the world with a smile. Ask, who in the world does not know you? Look, the vicissitudes of the sea are like smoke in a dream. The past is like the wind, fallen leaves and roots. As spring passes and autumn comes, the sky is filled with flowers. A disciple of Taoism, playing with the world. Don't be afraid of the sky and travel the world.