Unintentional Big Dream (Wu Xin Sheng Da Meng)

A dream born without intention
And no turning back from the small pains
The yin and yang of heaven sings for me
Spring, summer, fall, winter, all turn to dust

A dream born without intention
Right and wrong, wrapped in love and hate
Still as flower petals and moonlight, like an empty street
I forge my roar into a blade

Those who follow will rise, the rebels become gods
The path is wide, each walks their own way
Love and hate, it’s hard to see through
In the bright white sky in between

What I learn, I bring to life
Mountains and deserts help me understand
In the endless realm of heaven, my true fire burns
I’m both a demon and a cycle of cause and effect

Eyes, ears, nose, body, mind
The five senses cover the heavens
The four symbols, primordial energy
Some people challenge fate

The truth in heaven regards all beings as burdens
Biting down on stubbornness without defending
Like flowing clouds and running water, courage
Just for a moment
No longer is it me
Even as I tread the winding paths of mountains
What howls in the wind is me

A dream born without intention
And no turning back from the small pains
The yin and yang of heaven sings for me
Spring, summer, fall, winter, all turn to dust

A dream born without intention
Right and wrong, I define it differently
With proud bones buried in the rushing waters
Exploring rebirth feels bland

Born with talent, rumors and whispers burn me
They say it’s the bitter fruit that I’ve sown
Those who dare the sea never fear being swallowed
Fate tears at me while forging me in the fire

So
Talking about flowers and moonlit nights, years are thin
With enough determination, a rock can become blessed
The strong-willed are often tormented by softness
In heaven the shattered moon is spun away
Exploring rebirth, patience, and harmony

In my heart, demons and paths entwine
Close my eyes to the empty mountains after the rain
Life and death recede, enduring the long burning fire of regret
Awakening from the big dream as autumn winds rise, take a look at the turmoil
The endless sighs and strength do not resist
Hidden is the breaking of heaven and the transformation to the divine
Into the sea, into the rivers

I stand in between the heavens
Even if my soul shatters into pieces, stepping through fire
In endless cycles, I tread mountains and rivers

A dream born without intention
Right and wrong, wrapped in love and hate
Still as flower petals and moonlight, like an empty street
I forge my roar into a blade

A dream born without intention
Right and wrong, I define it differently
With proud bones buried in the rushing waters
Exploring rebirth feels bland

Born with talent, rumors and whispers burn me
They say it’s the bitter fruit that I’ve sown
Those who dare the sea never fear being swallowed
Fate tears at me while forging me in the fire

So
Talking about flowers and moonlit nights, years are thin
With enough determination, a rock can become blessed
The strong-willed are often tormented by softness
In heaven the shattered moon is spun away
Exploring rebirth, patience, and harmony