The candles light up again and the tears begin to dry up.
If a person has a lifespan of a hundred years, who will die well?
In this life, you should get drunk and let the moon shine on the garden.
I have not seen the heroes of all time draw their swords, or blow the iron flute to sing the dragon's night song;
I don't see thousands of years of rouge and crimson tears, pricking dragon blood and thrush red.