Our lives are like boarding in the world hastily. While wandering in these turbulent times, we ran into each other in an isle, regardless of our passing by hundreds of peaks.
Hills and fogs made no difference; and no one could tell the distance between the close and the far.
Bottoms up! Let’s sing and roam around the sea and the banks.
By now, I only find the brisk breezes of the sea in my memory.
What a stroke of luck to find a duckweed on a lightly rainy day. But you have to go sadly, making the vision like a dream in Buddhism.
Oh dear! Who can come with me to set sail again in the pursuit of the shadows of the moon and the sun with a delighted heart?