Here's to you, my love, a clean glass of dawn.
Couples in the seventh generation are nothing but flowers in the mirror.
The Bodhi Mirror is neither, so why should the soul disappear into the sky? The traces of my past travels disappeared into the smoke and trees in the chaotic mountains. And the sky and the earth are running wildly, looking for the way back in the old days.
The brocade is made by heaven and sun, and the bright moon is full of love!