The dragon is played by shrimps when swimming in the shallows, and the tiger is bullied by dogs when it falls on the sun.

The tiger lies in the mountains and listens to the roar of the wind, and the dragon lies in the shallows and waits for the tide.

The sea arrives. The sky is the shore at the end, and I am the peak at the top of the mountain.

If the sun rises in the east, the roc spreads its wings and hates the sky.

Who has no tiger falling on a flat sun? Wait for my wind When the mountain rises again.

One day the dragon will get the water, and the Yangtze River will flow back.

One day the phoenix will return to its nest, and the Great Wall will never fall.

One day the tiger will flow back. Returning to the mountain, half the sky will be stained with blood.

One day the lion will enter the forest, and the mountains and rivers will shake.

One day I will visit the underworld, and I want the underworld to turn upside down.

One day I will travel to the horizon, and I want to kneel beside the gods.

One day the phoenix will soar into the sky, and I will make my name known to all the world.

One day I will stand out, and I will be the only one in the world who respects me.