Ask what love is in the world
No one refuses to surrender
protect you
A century of prosperity and decline of the country
Even though prosperity turns into morning dew
Pearl turns into dust
To the point of eternal doom or being shattered into pieces
I only wish you knew where I am buried
It's a punishment from heaven, it's a gift from heaven, floating life is like a gossamer
To seize the world and the country for you
If the front edge is like washing
What joy in life, what fear in death?
——"Qianqiu Sui"