The whole body is covered with prosperity and eternal silence, whose shengzhu and whose skirt are in the drizzle and gentle waves. I especially remember that year, when you came back from the flames of war, when you were wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and that touch of ink attracted all the people in the world.
We are born from the same roots, why are we so anxious to fight against each other? Why bother to force each other because of the fate of the same roots? In that life of fighting, with a sigh, who will pity the time when the beauty has faded...