Gods of Sanhe - Graffiti

At night the Gods of Sanhe Each in seclusion sings this song, "In the turbulent world, I drift like sand, wandering the four seas. Where is home!? (Where is home?) If I must ask where I will go for the rest of my life The gentle breeze will accompany me to the ends of the earth." "In this life without wealth, It's hard to start a family. Without carriages and horses I wander the world, Struggling to make ends meet. Sipping coarse tea, alone, Passing my years in seclusion." Half-human, half-ghost, half-god, half-mad, half-foolish -- all these