Having missed the transmigration once many a thousand years,
The spring drums resound over the pearled palace with cheers.
In this heavenly kingdom with no greed, life, or death,
How can one stir up the frozen or hard iced heart-sick breath
It were no life if there were but a shell without soul,
The being with no essence is just the same with death.
The world with love, grace, or caring is whole,
Where, though blown to abyss, one should have freedom of breath.
