Song of Chaos Transformation

It's good to pursue fame and profit, but it's hard to satisfy your desires and hate the sky. How many widows and slaves are bound and resentful of themselves, Only looking at the silk fabrics of a hundred years, not seeing the changes of hundreds of millions of years. How many generations have I been buried in the mud? Why do I feel happy but not tired? And take off your clothes and widen your clothes, and forget your sorrows, A wild man, dreaming back to the source of the universe