It goes like this: miserablely searching The Fragrant with a heavy heart, achievements and contributions with tolerance are apart. complaint, resentment and comments, Let it be, to this worldly world I came only once, something I do did! After her death, her relatives and Friends, following her will, cremated her and made her ashes into pills to be cast into the sea to be free with the sea creatures. I am probably the first East Asian woman to write a song lyric to celebrate the longevity of the mountain spirit. except for the light from the immortal Hill and is hazy Reflections— Who would know me? The old lady will be 81 next year, Miss. I heard tell That music sounded in the sky, So she must have become a goddess or an immortal. He dismounted from his carriage and came straight in.