On the day when his teacher returned to Korea, he saw me reduced to a lost dog. He mingled with the triumphal procession, picked up some food, and was criticized by others. He frowned deeply and said with indescribable indifference: "Xia Qingge, have you ever regretted driving me out?" I smiled and answered the question, "General Qi, can you lend me ten taels of silver?" He was angry and walked away: "Dream." Later I died, and he cried at my grave with his eyes red.
