I will exchange all the glory of the world for a piece of paper
After reading it all, I smile in the wind without looking back
I take this step with my beautiful youth
In the storm, I can only hold back my tears and pray to the sky
I pick up the sun and the moon and make a candle
The sky illuminates the ups and downs of the world and the illusion of nothingness
I will spread thousands of dendrobium pearls to pave this road
When I wake up from the dream, everything returns to dust and dirt (HITA "The Book of Mistaken Gold")