我獨自一人發瘋

Snowflakes accompany the lonely cloud, the mountain is white, unaware of spring. Silver Bank's spider harbors resentment, Yancheng's君 (you) is heartless.

The karma of three bodies arises from mortal roots, The causes and conditions of the six realms leave no trace. The Well-Gone One was never the original form, Withering, flourishing, birth, and death all return to emptiness.

May you always be innocent, cute, kind, and pure. May you always be as beautiful and lovely as ever. May the end of trials be a path of a thousand miles blooming with flowers.

Clad in the Six-Thread Robe, ruling the cosmos and hiding the truth. On the path to godhood among the clouds, destiny descends from Ziwei.

A fleeting smile, a blush of youth paints the Vermilion Bird; Shadows capture myriad forms, verdant landscapes enter the canvas.

One flower, one world; you dwell in your secluded valley. One thought, one moment; I gaze afar at my eternity.

Crystal clear, bright, and colorful Writing, carrying, what falls is the love waiting for you

Sweet, red, crystal clear Sunshine, books, afternoon It's candy, it's the tenderness of nostalgia

The spring silkworm spins until death, its silk finally done And I, until death, will only show my gaunt frame O scattered flowers and butterflies, grant me my unyielding spirit

Beside the spring listening to the heart's prison dream, I hear the trickling water flow so sadly. A hundred years of darkness in a single breath, Seen in the autumn wind of eternal years, scattered like leaves.