A rootless tree, its flowers blooming in quiet splendor; who would be willing to cultivate such attachment to the mortal world? Life is but a fleeting journey, a boat adrift on a sea of ​​suffering, tossed about without freedom. Boundless and shoreless, it's difficult to moor, forever swimming in treacherous waters. If you turn back, you'll find the shore; lest the storms destroy your boat. ----------------- Open your eyes to the floating world. Defy evil, cultivate the profound, nurture your sword, and attain immortality!