Life is short like dewdrops dissipating,

People are running around looking for answers.

The fortune is like the ups and downs of the sea,

The blurry veins on the palm are long and endless.

The long sword sings a sad song in the dark night,

The years pass like a mottled bronze mirror.

The fire in the sky knocks on the door of the earth,

The years and stars depict the vicissitudes of life.

The world is criss-crossed,

Who can understand that the world is like a chess game.