Daring to be the world's first, to hold fast and tenderly attached for love and for hate.
By the riverside, green peaks mist; in love with shy appearance.
Daring to be the world's first, to linger for old dreams, reluctant to leave the tens of thousands of scrolls.
Having seen the beautiful appearances of all the women in this mortal world, waits for the flowers to reach full bloom and the moon to become circular.