Life is a beautiful journey,
with your feet as a ruler,
measuring a spirit unshaken by honor or disgrace.
Your hands are a plow,
tilling dreams in barren, hardened soil.
Your eyes are a mirror,
reflecting pain that cuts to the bone.
Learn to wave hello to the unruly clouds.
In the season of drought,
you become life-saving rain that soothes the heart and cleanses the body,
saving a hillside of withered, listless greenery.
Learn to pay tribute to a pine tree battling the wind on a sheer cliff.
At the crossroads of time,
you are the unshakable □□.
Learn to look kindly upon a helpless ant,
for life comes from the dust, with no distinction of high or low;
all living things under heaven are one another's clothes.
Theme: Piece together a life of sharp edges from the fragments of hardship.
