A Post-80s Cultivator

Dream and waking blur together,

A thousand years in a grand dream, yet still I do not wake.

I cannot see the end of this rolling mortal world.

The triumphs of today,

The riches of this life,

All vanish after a hundred years.

Laugh not at madness or frenzy,

A life of madness and frenzy turns into yin and yang.

The long road stretches on without end,

Dust all along the way,

An endless setting sun.

A thousand autumns become a single dream.