Gather a lake of withered lotus,

Let the mood drift;

Unopened flowers,

Lonely in pride.

Pavilions and towers,

Squeeze in a corner,

Let the mood be silent in the hustle and

bustle!

Where is the self?

What is the self?

Green rice waves,

Promise in the harvest.

Sunset and rosy clouds,

Sprinkle a piece of gold,

Let the feeling persist in hope!

Who is telling,

Life is inherently tortuous;

Coming was wasted time.

Going forward is also rough.

The sky is wide and the earth is vast,

Contain a breadth of mind,

Let life be happy in striving!

Where is the self?

What is the self?

Green rice waves,

Promise in the harvest.

Sunset and rosy clouds,

Sprinkle a piece of gold,

Let the feeling persist in hope!

Who is telling,

Life is inherently tortuous;

Coming was wasted time,

Going forward is also rough.

The sky is wide and the earth is vast,

Contain a breadth of mind,

Let life be happy in striving!

The sky is wide and the earth is vast,

Contain a breadth of mind,

Let life be happy in striving!