The ancient Taoist couplet of Wudang Mountain

There are tricks to boiling stones, leaving secrets behind. CAI Ling's whereabouts are nowhere to be found. The dream never awakens, and the wild crane suddenly looks like a flower in the sky. Forget all that; the peach blossoms are in love with the spring of Wuling. The mundane affairs have vanished, and the butterfly's transformation into a realm has become a dream of passing away. Where can the sound and appearance be found? The cry of the crane is still a false sound.