I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

Forever and forever and forever

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

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.

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.