Guarding Water, Declaring Fire

In dreams, I wander through a thousand twists and turns, longing only to get drunk in a distant land. My heart turns things over again and again, yet time rushes by. There have always been men of talent and passion, who serve the world and shape its course. Why, then, must I keep all my grand ambitions hidden in my heart? Laugh not at my drunken, mad ramblings. They say the gifted scholars of Luoyang grow old in distant lands, still remembering how beautiful Luoyang's peonies were. I wish I could pour out an endless stream of poems, asking only for one song to soothe this desolation. In the blink of an eye, I smile and watch the great river rise and fall; in a fleeting moment, I linger beneath the bright stars and moon. Why so much sorrow stretching back through the ages? Why so many thoughts carried through all eternity? Have you not seen how the Yellow Sea flows into the ocean, never to return? Have you not seen how blossoms on the branches must eventually fall? Come, let us sing a toast to wine, then swallow a few more tears. When I turn away, let others judge my merits and faults; a hundred years from now, a lone grave will wait for the setting sun. Premise: