When the rain is past, the wind will rise. Such is the common course of the world. To keep the rain, to pursue…
When the rain is past, the wind will rise. Such is the common course of the world. To keep the rain, to pursue a shadow—both are vain.
The wind has no fixed direction, yet all who meet it know which way it's moving.
From this day forth, I too shall be as the wind. My name is Bingshen.