A poem about going back to my mother's house and leaving again

Go back to the darkness and say hello to God three or two times.

Mom also wishes you a long life as white.

In your ancestor's sacrifice, forget not to tell your majesty

Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder.

Know the smooth road in the world

I came to the south and wanted to find a lover who loves to drink.

Knowing the world is like dreaming.

Later, when he looked back, the place of blood and tears

Mother's face is very clear.

Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain.

Jathyapple, we heard cuckoo's melancholy voice.

It depends on bees taking advantage of the night.

I got on my horse and rode away, like a water plant cut off and drifting.

You know the air is endless.