Easy to make, its almost a hardship
　　Hexagrams Gua Gua is a sun_set_
　　You come, you say: I read this book the Millennium
　　Millennium is uncertain of the words
　　Bamboo has long been ground down into pieces, then the black crow
　　Overlooking the world's changing and consistent
　　Not their native land, among strangers
　　You do not hold the entire east cottage tall
　　Dusk never know how many times dying
　　Was carved out of stone faces
　　Lost in the deep night of their own internal more
　　A group of leprosy incomplete, but also view
　　Biting words and characters, the mystery of the eternal is the copper pot
　　Bit by bit, the time bound
　　Dig into the nightmare of the last shelter
　　Turtle shell fragments, embedded itself in the history of lost news
　　Australopithecus once again the topic of human occupation
　　And God, a great head stuffed crotch androgynous
　　To show the pain, or secretly look into the depths
　　That dark, sinister purpose of existence of all things
　　Hexagrams Gua Gua in addition to shaking roar
　　You are his exile, to follow the beast
　　Beyond, nothing more than to avoid the crowd like a plague to avoid
　　Predictions falter in the wind
　　Each door to hand out extortion
　　Read this book to all patched mouth
　　The moon and the sea the same blind, fall or rise
　　Saturated with lies, like a fish freely
　　Ignore the abyss of time, you start from the skin
　　The wound and then wrapped around with cloth wrapped around body
　　When suddenly discovered that the heart is a black crow
　　You, you wait, and has been the Millennium