Things in the world are complicated and complicated. I have heard the joy of playing and singing, the joy of everlasting love, and I also know the separation of life and death, the sadness, poverty and disgust.
There is nothing left that can be broken, and there is no desire that can be broken.
The rest of life is left to nature. Birth, old age, illness, death, or the waxing and waning of the moon will be accepted as they come.
The rest of my mind is like the green grass in the mountains, swaying with the wind, and lasting forever with loneliness.
If you are happy, be gentle and caress your neck.
If it dies, it will be scattered among the soil and sleep forever.