Chapter 24: Origin of the World · Illusions of the Gods (Chapter Five)

Hey, look at that.

The sun, the master of the sky.

Leaping out from behind the mysterious veil of the east.

Pouring its light without the slightest hesitation.

Every ray is like an arrow of hope.

Piercing the darkness, gilding the world with gold.

It awakens the slumbering mountains.

It makes the birds sing hope upon the branches.

It gently strokes the rippling sea.

Letting the shimmering waves shine like a dreamlike temple.

It is never weary, burning day after day.

It is the deepest nourishment it offers to the earth.

Now look at the river.

Gracefully coursing through the veins of the land.

Like a ribbon dancing in the wind.

Originating from the mountaintop, singing all the way down.

That murmuring sound of flowing water.

Is the most beautiful music nature has ever played.

The river passes through the fields.

Letting seeds sprout and crops grow strong.

The river winds past the village.

Injecting vitality into life, adding a touch of serenity to the passing years.

It nourishes life, day and night.

Bringing gentleness and vigor to every place.

In ancient legends.

They have always been the protagonists.

The sun is the messenger of light.

The river is the nectar of life.

Their stories drift upon the wind.

Sung every morning and every dusk.

The heat of the sun, the coolness of the river.

Together weave the most beautiful sight in the world.

They give silently, asking for nothing in return.

Letting the world shine, each in their own way.

I wish to become a breeze.

To follow in their footsteps, singing praises of them.

So that all may know.

The sun and the river are the eternal treasures of this world.