The myriad states (of mind) are all to be viewed as states in dreams.
Past events, sad and bleak, are unbearable to hear.
The road of this world is hard to travel, (only) money can serve as a horse.
In daily life (she) loves to wear old clothes.
Remember: the skull and bones in the green grave, were once in the red chamber the fair one covering her face with her sleeve.
…the flower-burying girl in the pavilion of the flower grave.
Rather let the fragrant souls dissolve under the earth (than)…
Without the singing of a single bird the hills appear to be even more quiet.