In the river of time, the numbers jump gently, like ripples, like leaves in the wind, not pursuing, not clinging. People come and go, passers-by are in a hurry, leaving a few footprints, smiling at the clouds, letting it fall, no

In the river of time, the numbers jump gently,

Like ripples, like leaves in the wind, not seeking, not attached.

People come and go, passers-by hurry, leaving a few footprints,

Smile at the cloud scroll, let it fall, don't be nostalgic, don't ask.

The heart, like a mirror, is not stained with dust,

The road is like water under your feet, drifting with the tide and being at ease.

For the rest of my life, I don't want to live up to my time, I don't ask about the return date,

Walk alone, talk to the moon, get drunk with the stars.

The years are long, life is simple,

Travel light, have no distractions, and be safe.

Tasting life is like tea, light and flavorful,

Look at yourself like a mirror, true and unchanging.

Let the heart return to tranquility, let the road continue in the distance,

Peace with solitude, peace with the years,

Life, a long line of poetry,

Life, an indifferent picture.