My way is level with the sky, every thought is like a god or demon
Step on the monsters in the world and kill one hundred thousand Yamas
What can the gods in the sky do?
Time stained with ink
The characters are pearls and the people are yellow
Acacia engraved on rice paper
The moonlight reflects on the river, and the sand is desolate
No sky, no shore
If there is no you in the world, then the world will be slaughtered
