Drunk on Spring Breezes, Free and Easy

Wandering free, becoming an immortal, for a time I envied the celestial beings.

In this rolling mortal world, I roam at ease, leaving behind a lingering charm in my heart.

The heavens rage, the heavens roar, the heavens say I cannot attain the Dao.

But what is cultivating immortality compared to freedom? Dry, tedious conventions cannot hold back a free spirit.