In this way, I survived in this posture. I am alive, I have a soul, I have life. My soul has been hidden in my body for thousands of years. I chant, sing, walk and dance. I have experienced the vicissitudes of life and watched the flowers bloom and fall with a smile. Who can understand the singing of my soul and appreciate the dance of my spirits?
Intention: Whether it is vicissitudes of life or lightness, who can understand the singing of its soul and appreciate its dance of spirits?