Sir, Where Do You Dream of the Yellow Millet?

The sun and moon cycle from west to east, like an illusion, yet the mountains and rivers endure for countless ages, outlasting countless heroes.

Emperors die, civil officials pass away, and generals fall in battle. Those who once planned to bring glory to their country gradually lose their way in life. Some seek office through the civil examinations but fail. Armed with bows, crossbows, swords, and spears, they fight one another to the death. Their talents never get a chance to shine; even after achieving success, they abandon the world. Some betray their oaths, turn treacherous, and fall into depravity. Their whole families suffer punishment, and they themselves face severe penalties. They neglect their parents and show no respect for their superiors. Crushed by the laws of the state, they incur Heaven's wrath. Officials, clerks, and soldiers all toil in service.

Only in the depths of darkness do they begin to understand the past; only after understanding do they realize that all is empty.

What can endure through the ages? It leaves one full of sorrow and regret.