Immortal Fear

A sword, a harp, singing with your hands behind your back The phoenix sings for it; the unicorn plays music for it; the blue dragon dances for it He looked up at the blue sky, which bowed its head for him; he looked down at the earth, and the earth bowed its head for him. The sun, moon and stars are willing to add glory to him; gods and Buddhas are willing to listen to his orders; wind, flowers, snow and moon are willing to warm his quilt. In front of him, there are no rules, he is the rules. In front of him, if there is no restriction, he is the restriction. He can reach the pinnacle of ordinary people; he can also surpass what ordinary people can do. Full of passion, gorgeous summer flowers, unrestrained and unrestrained happy Refreshing . . .