The Grand Grace can reach the Pinnacle of Heaven and Earth; the wisdom of Grand Grace carries virtue and enlightenment. The impure tribe drinks dew, striving and bustling, attempting to confine the spirit within a single tree, daring to usurp the power of the Supreme Emperor. Our tribe does not align with them; thus, we part ways, erecting this monument to express our respect and awe. The eternal night has arrived, and with my body, I offer tribute to the Grand Grace, with a joyful heart. The hymn says: Heaven and Earth were born, and the Supreme Emperor shall rejoice. The sacred altar is built with strange stones, and among the trees, the Whisper of Wind sings a long song to the sky. I pray to the Grand Grace to nurture me in life, raise me to maturity, and let me rest in joy, showing me endless bliss.