Suffered k days of hardship in life, now left with no hometown.

Desire to be uncontrollable with lust, drifting back through the century.
The King of Hell finds it hard to write, regretting having drunk the Meng Po soup.
The struggle for survival is inspiring, yet this life is also desolate.
Coming to the world for the first time, unaware of suffering, living a rough half-life with nothing to show.
Looking back at the road I've traveled, only then do I understand why I cried in life.
Even if one suffers in the mortal world, why bother to journey through life?
If there is a day when he can be reincarnated, he would rather be a ghost than a human.