洇洇几笔烟峦，

溶溶几处月白。

半尺宣张晕半山，

墨镜五色了尘缘。

繁华不问清苦，

光阴隐尽人间。

《Life Is But a Dream, All Things Are Void》

By Yu Shiyi

Ink hues softly stain，A few strokes blur into mountains wrapped in mist;

Moonlight spreads gently,

Where patches of clear, moist whiteness linger.

A half-foot rice paper unfolds slowly,

Ink blurs creep lazily over half the mountain’s shadow;

Dark glasses veil the five-colored mortal dust,

Karmic ties fade quietly into the void.

Prosperity never troubles hardship,

Time flows unhurried,

Hiding all the warmth and cold of the world.