I listen to pines on the top of the mountain
herd cranes in the clouds
and Lyric of the Flying Flowers in the drizzling rain
I hug the moon in front of the building
ride whales in the sea
divination in the shadowy candlelight
My clank iron bones
looking back, there is success
in the thick fog, experience a spell of good fortune
The spirit moves in the strong wind
my red heart is fresh and bright
feel no qualms looking up to the sky