Choosing the East
The sun and moon turn, west and then east; amid right and wrong, victory and defeat, we seek different paths toward the same goal.
Counting on my fingers, the journey spans twenty-five thousand li; who dares swing the long red cord and bind the azure dragon?
Again and again the east wind blows through old trees; ten years of turbulence have been for the common good.
Millions upon millions await the dawn; sweep away every harmful pest.