The glazed lights of the years are dim,
Thousands of Buddhas in the world sigh.
The sky is smiling and still doesn't know,
It's only too late to return to the horse with enthusiasm.
It is said that it is crazy and does not miss lovesickness;
Don't be too late to forget the bluestone.
Looking back all my life,
The music of Konghou is intoxicating and sad.
Intention: Live the present well and look forward to the future.