Nirvana

Born in an endless fire:

Fine and loose, weak feathers,

Nurturing tender wings;

Innate mission,

The soul of the soul symbolizing sacredness and power coexists with life.

The passing of the flame, the light of justice,

Piercing is the deepest cloud,

It’s all over the sky.

Covering this world full of bitterness.

Self-cultivation in the dark, baptism in the sun,

Years of polishing;

Stand up and finally stand up!

So, the most brilliant eyes,

Become the light that penetrates the evils of the world, sweeping away all the darkness;

So, the most solid wing,

Become a sword to overcome all obstacles and destroy all resistance;

So the most sleek wings,

Become a symbol of pure and strong power, and rush to the smoke of war;

Then, the song that spread throughout the world,

Turned into a melody that sings the soul, turns defeat and contradiction, and gives people strength.

The figure leads the world and saves the world.

The spread of time, the progress of the old.

The fiery feather wings are falling,

The most powerful battle soul is stiff;

Sweep through the clouds again,

Behind him is a hairy feather falling down.

Burned in the air, leaving a rainbow.

Returning to the dark shelter,

The flaming flame wraps around the body.

To accommodate this best soul,

Smelted with awe and worship,

Until a piece of ashes, a silence.

However, after death is not an eternal rest,

Is a new wake up,

Is the incomplete life reborn in the ruins,

It’s another glory, it’s Nirvana of Phoenix...