When the world-destroying glutton becomes the reflection of Tai Chi in the fire and tea mist,
Only then did we know that the monstrous magical power was no match for the sound of the copper bell on the eaves corner.
How can the deeds of saving the world be compared to the snow falling from the cherry blossoms and the warmth of fresh tea?
——Wherever the heart resides, that is where the great road returns.
