This is a hillside on a winter night.
There is a deserted monk's hut under the hillside.
There is a lonely dream soul in the hut:
Pray in repentance and sink in despair; -
Why are you angry and screaming?
Why are drums and golden pheasants and tigers and leopards?
why are you whispering, this selfish desire?
The tragedy of intense emotion and the ups and downs of life-
Once again, the wandering dream soul and the deserted monk's house were flooded like the tide.