The sun rises over the blue sea, and the moon rises over the secluded mountains.
I think of you as a dragon, and gaze at the melting snow.
The Buddha is still there, and it is hard to find his shadow.
The dragon sings across the sea, and the clear song recalls the beauty.
It's hard to hide my thoughts, how can Qiu Rong sleep on it?
Dreams are like mirages. Is the lost soul safe now?
The clear water will always be there, and the fire will keep its first words.
Reincarnation has come before me, and I have no thoughts and faith.