The chirping of birds cutting through the forest,
Sitting through the night, wrapped in my coat;
While poking fire, I awaken to life,
Exhausting all energy, I refer to Master Pozaoduo.
Matters are clear, only people themselves confused,
Who is able to sing a chorus to a tune that is too soft?
Be mindful of this and never forget it,
The door is open, but only few do pass through it.