Birds chirp into the night,
The moon is full again in the west tower;
But the dream is broken,
In several reincarnations, life and death are in dilemma;
Recalling the past, the sound of the flute is sad,
Falling flowers versus beauty.
It is said that the world is old and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten;
Now the cold wind is coming again,
Make a pile of snow.
Conception: