We fell down from the heaven like the rain
into the desolate loneliness of the world of humans
The days of iridescent clouds chasing the moon
gradually seem to be an illusion
Like seas’ being transformed into mulberry fields
we also have our incarnation
We can treat our falling into the world of humans
as a tough practice in a waste land
After going through the casting of our mind
we will eventually return to our home in Heaven
Let's no longer complain
Don't act like the outside querulous night rain
bringing down the aspiring petals by accident