Dreaming and waking up are inseparable,

The big dream has not awakened at the end of a thousand years.

Can’t bear all the red dust,

Proud now,

We are rich in this world,

It will be empty at the end of a hundred years.

Don’t laugh madly or madly,

Crazed, yin and yang are generated.

There is no end to the long journey,

Dust all the way,

Endless setting sun.

Thousands of years become a dream