"Yo-ho, yo-ho, the ancient path of the boat—"
"The ancient path of the boat, leading to the fog of death!"
"Yo-ho, yo-ho, the lighthouse of the dead—"
"Pale light, yo, penetrating the confused path ahead!"
The huge Dragon Boat slowly drifted downstream on the river; naturally, there was not a hint of wind in the underground world, thus the sails hung limply, slightly tattered at the edges. A crow perched atop the ferocious Dragon Head, watching the shoreline with its cold, glowing eyes.
There were many people on the boat, arrayed in tight, neat rows, dressed in black cloaks, heads bowed, hands caged, and silent as if a boatload of ghosts, indifferent to everything around them. The prolonged singing clearly emanated from among them, but from a distance, no one could be seen opening their mouth. As the song gradually faded, the Dragon Boat disappeared into the mist.
