The place where the sun cannot reach
Bergli shakes his red beard
He draws a line, the Yellow River runs dry
He draws the second line, the Yangtze River stretches for thousands of miles
Rolling into a woman's pleated skirt
In the face of death, all things are equal
He has read thousands of scriptures, yet he does not speak
The stone threshold is broken, yet he does not speak
Eggshells filled with herbs
The mountain spring flows inside the bamboo pole
People who bathe three times in a lifetime
For the distant place, the first chance to look up
When the empire falls
Not many people will shed tears
The day Bergli walked away, Wumeng Mountain
Mountains full of potatoes and buckwheat, stop growing
All the Miao and Yi people no longer sing
Even those bugs and ants that died many years ago
At the stone threshold, they refuse to be resurrected
At the stone threshold, they give up rebirth
Text by / Arno Ab