We were once bestowed with Good,

　　But we never thought we should suffer.

　　All that is good in this world,

　　Shall end in sufferings.

　　All that is ugly,Has been being taught.

　　It is the rule.

　　It is ruling us,

　　To brightness or to darkness,

　　Forwards or backwards.

　　The flowers bloom, wither and bloom again…

　　The flowers wither, bloom and wither again…

　　In such way,

　　In such circle…

　　History has been recorded to teach,

　　But we are still treading on the same road.

　　We are trying to overcome errors,

　　And we are making errors unceasingly.

　　We are seeing our beliefs undone,

　　And we are transcending reality to catch our beliefs.

　　We desire Good but, then, undo it.

　　We desire to undo but, then, make Good.

　　Looking beyond time,

　　Do we see the land of promise?

　　We are in this land-the land of promise;

　　We are always on the way, never arriving where You are.

　　To arrive there,

　　I unload all, leaving behind the ugliness of humanities, only to be with You;

　　To arrive there,

　　I put on a wolfish skin, ferocious in look, only to stay with You.

　　While in here,

　　I am God,

　　Creating a heaven and earth to my will.

作者：Zhao Mengge