A Primeval Cane of Gold That Makes Rivers Fragrant

Truth is beauty but only belong to the eyes of soul
The world is a phantom city that is layer after layer
Yesterday's me smile to today's me
And in the instant you are in the garden beyond time
When your body is empty which is as joyful as the diamonds
And the universe is your biography of past and future
That imperatorial king is sitting in the outer temple
And will give you a primeval cane of gold that make rivers fragrant