No one supports my ambition to rise, I will step through the snow to the peak.
If fate does not grant me this fortune, I can still climb Kunlun alone.
When the sea reaches its end, the sky forms the shore; when I reach the summit of the mountain, I become the peak.
The mortal world gifts me a three-foot sword, I laugh as I watch the lean horse travel the world.
The common people see the path as a bottomless gorge, only I see all beings stop in front.
If the Eastern Mountain can rise again, the Great Roc spreads its wings for ninety thousand miles.
Once entering the dream of the mortal world, the truth dawns; one day, understanding reveals the clarity of the heart.
One day, realizing the way reveals my true self, all past shackles become mere clouds and smoke.
The heavenly gate is approaching, a hundred fortunes unfold, I brush away dust and lightly smile, asking the immortal to come.
