Is it the madness after drunkenness or the absurdity in dreams?
That nine-year agreement has long been forgotten.
When one day, the letter engraved with the promise was delivered by the wind messenger,
The shock of realizing the truth has already made my heart panic;
There are too many things that I can't let go of, and I hold them in my heart.
Do you really want to leave this home that is blessed by ten feet of soft red?
But if you don't go, wouldn't you be breaking your promise and dreaming of a pure land?
Numerous thoughts are intertwined and intertwined in my heart,
Only then did I realize how painful the choice really was.
From now on, I will lose my gentle companionship, and I will no longer have coquettishness and pampering.
There will only be the solemn atmosphere in the temple,
How can I escape from the world that is tightly bound to me like a net?
The passage of days brings that promise closer and closer,
Maybe this will be my last drink in this mortal world.