What is there to value in this life's vaporous glory?
We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains
He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance.
When the hunter sets traps only for rabbits, tigers and dragons are left uncaught
“To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
No one understands now. Those who could hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.
There is another world, other than the one we choose to live in