Chapter 5 【fire bath】

【fire bath】 An unquenchable longing for different elements To hot or cold in different spaces I don't know whether to go up or down Rise like a phoenix in fire Or a transparent cloak of swan floating in the flow A pure white image reflects the self The long neck and full body are all composed of arcs There is a desire to wash and also to burn The purification process requires both Precipitation needs precipitation and fluttering fluttering Go to the water for the birds, fight the fire for the birds, firebirds and waterfowl then I should choose which process to choose In the west there is a swan swimming in the sea of ​​ice

It's a superhuman climate in the frigid zone It's freezing there, it's lonely, it's freezing Silence is the stillness of time, how complete is the reflection Once every wild goose was a swan The water is sparkling, it seems to be an illusion, and it seems to be in the east In the scorching east there is a phoenix that which came from the fire returns to the fire one step at a time Burn the crow clan and burn the undead phoenix chick A sun rises in quivering eternity Clearing the fire is the itinerary of the warriors Glorious reincarnation is soul from element to element

white peacock swan crane white fan Time stands still and wise men and hermits live in the midst forever flowing eternal flame Cleanse the sins of the warrior, the blood of the warrior So how should you choose your soul You choose the cold of the cold or the hot of the hot Choose the ice sea or choose the sun A clean soul is always unclean Either bathed in ice or bathed in fire is complete All admirable completions are bathed in fire A fire bath is more desirable, a fire bath is more difficult Fire is more transparent than water and deeper than fire Fire, the gate of eternal life is arched with death

The challenge of forming an arc with the arch of death It is said that those who do not embrace death cannot be born Whether it is the crow family or the phoenix family, the decision is made in an instant The will to swallow fire in an instant A thousand sticks and a flogging to accept such a capital punishment Shout out to the thousand-tongued critics I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! Tattooed face I'm still I'm still My sober soul, who is sober The flamboyant and burning arms seem to smell far away The hurricane of time is howling my wings hair moaning bones moaning with their own blood

torment yourself, your new life Luan said: My song is an unquenchable yearning My blood boils to fire my soul Listen to the singing of fire in the blue ink After raising it, it is clearer and louder