Infinite Cultivation Through Quick Transmigration

The Great Dao is simplicity itself. All one can do is walk alone.

Who am I? Why am I alive?

What is it that I hold onto?

A justice I cannot understand,

a will of Heaven I cannot fathom,

and onlookers trying to change the cycle of reincarnation.

I am in the cycle of reincarnation.

The phoenix flowers bloom, but no one cares.

What cannot return is my homeland.

What I cannot ask about is the past.

Deep obsessions easily wound the heart.

My love, why be so stubborn?