How many thoughts are needed to constitute yourself yesterday, today and tomorrow?
The so-called growth seems to be an arithmetic problem that never has an answer?
Yesterday can be recalled, but tomorrow is far away and cannot be expected. Now it is for yourself, don't think about it, don't talk about it, and be free.
The ancient locust tree shades my kind eyes, and I am a young man wandering around in the green mountains.
The golden cup swallows the moon and the jade mountain decays, and the remaining makeup reflects the tears and dances on the sleeves.
The feet are worn in the cold wilderness, wishing for health and well-being, sad people are sad, and the bones are stained with blood.
The song of separation and hatred penetrates the iron bone harp, leaving the dreamer with nightmares all year round.
When a thought is born, stars appear on the ground, and the world reflects the sky and the east of the river. The solitary sail traces back to the source, and the end is not yet over...
