Summer is not over yet, and the nights are not yet cold.
It's loneliness, not separation.
Hidden in the dark night, sparkling.
Alone and lonely, I drink from the empty space.
Love, hate and sorrow cannot be distinguished.
Like fallen leaves, just drifting away.
The rivers and lakes are deep and there is still time to get involved.
Conspiracy, planning.
Resentment from the past life, love in this life.
Tangled and chaotic, watch clearly.
Court battles, struggles for power.
The loneliest, Emperor Ming!
The author has changed his name and says: Looking into the distance to the north...