悟空

戴荃

The moon splashes on the stars, the road is long,
The wind and smoke are gone, and the only shadow is dim;
Who told me that I have extraordinary skills?
Who puts me in a dilemma between love and hate?
Later, the liver and intestines were severed.
The fantasy world is empty, no grudges can be harbored,
When you are enlightened and confused, your six sense objects will not change;
Angry, sad and wild,
It's a human, a ghost, a monster,
It’s just that I have a demonic debt in my heart.
Calling Buddha, there will be no hope of turning back.
Kneel one person as a teacher, life or death has nothing to do with it;
The floating world of good and evil, the true and false world,
The dispersion and gathering of dust are not clear,
Hard to break!

What do I need this iron rod for?
So what if I have this change;
Still uneasy, still melancholy,
The golden hoop is on the head, and if you want to say it, you will give up.

I want this iron rod, the drunken dancing devil,
I have this change and confusion;
Stepping on the spiritual sky, acting unbridled and unruly,
The evil paths in this world are dangerous and there is no way to escape.
This stick will turn you into ashes.