Courtyard No. 13 in the City of the Dead

Thirteenth Hospital, fourteen people.

Fourteen madmen, fourteen gods.

In Luoyang, old dreams appear; sharpening their knives, they chase empty fame.

How long will the cuckoo cry? His fame resounds far and wide.

Taking shelter on a mountain trail as rain suddenly falls, seven cranes seek freedom in the countryside.

The road carries the setting sun, ink turns into a boat; buried in a troubled age, regret remains unfulfilled.