The Left and Right Chancellors: A Record of Twin Rulers

The ink-dark swordplay is my equal, while storms from my brush can calm the Nine Provinces.

The landscapes in my heart become ramparts. Why let empty fame tie this boat down?

Ten thousand scrolls have not erased my grief for home and country; one shoulder bears all the sorrows of past and present.

The stars may mock my verse, but the light in my heart will shine upon my homeland.