Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

That was the beginning of new life, and the beginning of death;
Those were sweet cakes and candies, those were bitter medicines;
That was a glorious history, and those were times of hardship;
That was the season when all things flourished, and that was the season when all was silent.
That was the spring of heart-fluttering moments, that was the winter of estrangement;
Everyone yearns for good, and everyone harbors evil within them;
In the magnificent hall, young ladies, as beautiful as flowers, danced, guiding the nation's direction;
In the sorrowful dust, children, like rotten mud, search for hope of survival.