A Poem of Wind and Wood

Before your eyes, I am the teeming mortal world,

While in mine, you are a realm beyond it.

In your eyes, the Tang dynasty flourishes,

While in mine, war and chaos reign.

You want me to forgive after suffering a hundredfold,

But the harm is done, the bitter fruit has ripened. I’ll make you pay back a hundredfold, ten thousand times over.