The temple is never short of incense, while filth fills the loft.
Good and evil intertwine, and karma goes on without end.
A passerby draws his sword and denounces injustice.
A bandit scowls and picks a fight, ready to fan the flames.
We follow the ancients, poring over old books and parsing every word.
We slay demons and subdue monsters.
We journey north and head south to the frontier.
The lights shine bright as music fills the air.
They sit in stony silence, consumed by anger, delusion, wealth, lust, and greed.
If the world were a broken melody:
Life would be nothing but dying and coming back to life, over and over!
