Horseshoes Trample the Singing Boy

The falling flowers, the spring breeze, the horse's hooves, and the silver spear picked up half of the city's clouds. The young man doesn't know the feeling of sorrow, and he whips out thousands of veils with one whip. The green mountains and I are both passers-by, and the bright moon drinks the same cup to the end of the world. The long roar frightened the birds in the forest, and they laughed and asked about several homes in the rivers and lakes. There are many thorns on the road ahead, and there are lotus flowers growing under your feet. The wind and clouds will come to an end sometimes, but the liver and gallbladder will always shine as time goes by. If you ask what this body is like, you will be like a floating chak in the ocean.