Living in a harsh environment is not terrible. What is terrible is that there is no room for change in life.
The house with its carved beams and painted beams has nothing to do with me, but my bones are buried beneath it.
The sweet and delicious food has nothing to do with me, but it contains my flesh and blood
The carriages and horses as swift as the wind passed by, and what was broken beneath them was my spine.
We never give up
I'll trade my soul with the devil
If no one is as unlucky as me, I will fall into the abyss of hell.
Purpose: Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed