Craving for pleasure in dreams

When we haven't met in the sea of people, I am still alone in this world.

Chilly, sweltering heat, sudden rain, wild geese flying south, and then heavy snow.

As the stars shift and the seasons change, cold and heat come and go.

Only after this, when looking back suddenly, can our eyes meet.

When we met on the journey, I was also pleasantly surprised in this corner.

Spring dreams, summer rainbows, autumn leaves, winter snow, warmth rushes in.

The swallow wanders westward. Then, the radiance follows me, and the starry river is about to turn.

From now on, the four seasons of mountains and rivers, looking back over the years, I yearn for joy in my dreams.