Ink traces gather on the wrist, silver bones knock on Zen; the clear sounds of mountains and rivers hidden within ink wash and pearl beads.
The red glow of the sunset reflects on Kunlun Mountain | Wearable morning and evening of the Silk Road
The azure sea cradles the rising sun | Break through the waves, auspicious clouds hidden on the wrist
Seven-colored clouds fall to the human world | The golden palace on one’s wrist gathers blessings from all three realms