The world's sweetest delicacies are like these,
And Zong's jade-like tree is free of dust.
He raises his voice and sings, the palace bells ring out,
The music rolls and swirls, and the child listens in a daze.
How could the boat drift away with the wind?
He goes to pay his respects to our ruler and finds peace restored.
Theme: A policewoman's tale of driving out ghosts in the apocalypse
