The twilight exaggerates the summer, and the memorial place is dim;
Quietly, quietly, tears fill the sky, wash the loess, and fade away all the languor;
Drops of rain fell, moistening the breath, burying the little bits of blood, covering up the strands of blood;
When the face is wet, there is no mist clinging to it, or tears streaming down its face;
The battle has wiped out the tears of a man, and suddenly he looks back and realizes that there are great mountains and rivers, but there is no one to accompany him.
Hundreds of miles in the sky, but the rain stops;
Fire forges steel, but the steel turns into flames;
Three feet of green front, ten feet of soft red, I lost and owed, but I could only sigh quietly:
————"I won't pay it back."