The scorching sun comes to slaughter, the bright moon comes to kill.

My neck is a fine whetstone.
Don't lose your head
But shedding a layer of skin
Therefore, I worry day and night.
The fact that one is a snake.
The shed skin flakes are high-quality medicinal materials.
A remedy sufficient to endure the years of the world.
No treatment for illness, no treatment for the heart.
Home remedies for the lack of letting go in one's heart.
It shouldn't be like this, but it can only be like this.
The very thing that cannot be done is precisely what is done.
Compared to the blazing sun, I naturally appear cold-blooded.
Compared to the bright moon, I am certainly dull and numb.