The Other Shore Blooms, but the Flowers Remain Unseen

I know this world of the living well

Take your time along the road to the underworld, don't be afraid, don't look back

Flowers bloom on the other shore, but can't be seen; love remains, and someone still remembers

Your name is carved on the Three Lives Stone; may we meet again in our next life

One trial after another, seven souls fly past the gates of hell

Life is full of bitterness, so I always dream of bliss

In my dreams, rainbows hang over Kunlun, where there's no right or wrong, no good or evil

I've ridden off on a crane to the western heavens; don't keep me in your thoughts

Beyond the Three Realms, I am free of worry; now leave my grave at once

I've ridden off on a crane to the western heavens; I won't enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world again

Smash that bowl of soup, so I'll remember you

Skip the Terrace of Nostalgia, so you can forget me

The old crane carries the soul; feathers cut through the mist and fall across the sky

When the time comes, drink up and go, go

Cross the bridge, and everything starts anew, anew

It's all right, I don't blame you for this life, you

Back to the mortal world, you must remember to think, think