$ALEO $TAKE
Once the sea was plowed, and no other water could compare;
Except for Mount Wu, there are no other clouds.
When I brush among flowers, I do not look back—
Half for cultivation of the Way, half for you.
Once the sea was plowed, and no other water could compare;
Except for Mount Wu, there are no other clouds.
When I brush among flowers, I do not look back—
Half for cultivation of the Way, half for you.
