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.
I am asked why I live in the green mountains; I smile but reply not, for my heart is at rest. The flowing waters carry the image of the peach blossoms far, far away; there is an earth, there is a heaven, unknown to men.
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.
Forever and forever and forever
Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?