The rivers and lakes are in turmoil, and disputes have arisen again, haunting the dreams of many heroes and sons and daughters.
Winners laugh, losers cry. The blood droplets splashed and eventually could not catch up with the river eastward.
The living sigh, the dead are silent. The sound of honor and disgrace finally failed to keep up with the passage of time.
Wise men divide the world. Fool, regret the rest of your life.
On a mountain made of blood and flesh, he smiled and was proud of the world.