Infinite Mirror

The world in the mirror, the butterfly in the lake, the illusion of yellow beams, the heart of Zhuangzi. A piece of guqin clears the heart, a trace of ink raindrop rhyme, a sword like the passage of time, and a roar of breeze blowing the clouds. A drink of wine surges with anger, a palm of the hand soars with heroism. In the phantom world in the mirror, ethereal butterflies dance across. Huang Liang is an empty dream, only Zhuangzi smiled