The Afterglow of the Great Dao

Ten thousand years is so long that the world has forgotten its name.

Ten thousand years is also so short, like a single dream.

That day, a grave was robbed. That same day, it returned from death to life.

A handful of yellow earth buries the heavens; a storyteller's song reveals the true self.

A wine drinker beneath the apricot blossoms, today at last I know who I am.