From delusion, one comes, longing for reincarnation and mystery.
In the end, no one can escape the word “false.”
The Demon King descends, and supernatural powers return.
Dawn and darkness, evil and truth. Do we seek the Way amid the mysterious and profound, or perform our parts while hiding behind disguises? Opinions differ…
The canal’s art: clear springs echoing. The fruit’s art: who stole the years away?
The primordial chaos splits open the heavens, the bright moon and stars appear;
The boundary between truth and falsehood, the will and the soul.
