I'll hide myself in the abyss of this bell
Together with my youth mixed of sorrows and joys
Together with my unyielding love
Together with my rosy dream
Together with my persistent hard-work
All to exist together
Within 300 miles around
Over several mountains, several trenches and several ridges
In an absolute silence without a man
Just to meet the nature in delight
I am to carve the sun's declaration
on the tip of the bell
And I'm to arrange orderly the thought
under the moon piece by piece around the bell
At time, or occasionally
If you have some other worldly smartness
That would be extra ornamental pattern
Talking about simplicity, why I could still see some slight wavelets
Talking about the worldly fate, why I am yet to see the flower to bloom
I expect after going through a long waiting of the night
There is a discreet prudence
arousing me from silence
and spreading over to the whole mountain