What's the use of giving birth to me, I can't laugh; what's the use of destroying me, it doesn't reduce my arrogance;
A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny;
With the world as a battle and blood as a bet, whose eternal sacrifice is buried in the slowly unfolding scroll of mountains and rivers?
In fact, you know very well that all I want is you