The boundless earth can be destroyed with a single sword, where is the bustling music and singing. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile...