When I was young, my ambition soared into the clouds, and when I looked back, there was little trace of frost on my temples.
The thick soil is filled with tears, the people are weeping, and the sky is stained with blood and piles of corpses.
Once the wind blows back and the smoke disperses, there is no need to be awarded the title of Lin Pavilion.
Today I sing loudly that the world is happy, the mountains and rivers are safe and the old friends have returned.
Purpose: Anti-war