The inspiration of life is vivid on the land.
The scene of love and hate is so full of hope.
My freedom and flowers are full of blood and sweat.
-and in the center of the black spot.
Masters meditate quietly in the sun, don't have a heart.
Quietly looking at the hard crystallization and affection.
Is it sour, sweet, bitter, hot or dry?
-Is there a blue hug between heaven and earth?
The choice of land, the sparkling waves, the interpretation of freedom, the surprising expression of flowers in full bloom, the curse of beauty and ugliness in the sun and rain, and his immortal words and shining figure.
It's a flower dotted with small safe havens,
It is freedom that feeds my hungry and lonely soul!