The Way of Shenzhou

I seek the Way, I search ahead, for there is a human way to find. How many rivers and mountains have I crossed? I cannot count.

Heaven does not grow old. Keep my homeland forever safe and sound.

All I see are green hills, where rain falls like arrows and the wind cuts like blades.

The road to my old home, why does it stretch on without end?

The Way of man, the Way of gods: I seek the human way for myself. Demons and monsters all claim they are good.

Fierce winds and raging storms, heaven and earth wail in grief.

Why has the land of old turned into a surging sea of blood?

The road to my old home, why is it a road of no return?

I ask the world: where, in the end, can the Way be found?