The River Does Not Cross the Green Mountains

You can pick the stars with your hands, and draw your sword to determine the universe. I am a guest with a small body, but I have a rebellious heart. The wild grass gives rise to ambition, and the cold road leads to the secluded border. Move mountains and swallow up vast seas, turn around and fight against the dawn and dusk. The shadow disappears with the wind and incarnates in thousands of bodies. An isolated shadow in the abyss, pitching up to the sky. Rearrange the history of the ages and open new doors of eternity. How can one be afraid of destiny? It floats and falls with only the palm of my hand. After thousands of calamities of fire, not a single thought touched my body. The great road has no original image, so there is no need to trace its causes. I am not here to be warlike. Heaven and earth will return to their true state.