Translation:
Death is inevitable, and I don't want to cherish my body.
Open and aboveboard saints, you are my role models!
In the poet's view, sorrow is sorrow and ideal is ideal. We must never give up the ideal we have pursued all our lives just because we are dying. Only by dying with your own body can you die for a lofty ideal, which is the most perfect and satisfactory ending. Although people will die, ideals will not die. Therefore, the poet finally sang: "I know I can't let you die, I want to love you." Tell sir clearly, I will consider it a class! "