The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?
The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.
Shade and light are different in every valley.
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range.
Forever and forever and forever