Hugh said, heaven is not man, it's up to me.

Laughing at the battle makes me frivolous.

Handsome and elegant as the wind, lofty sentiments swing in the chest.

If the feud is like a knife, if it is a dispute,

Lament for a few ileums, but melancholy.

A man dies with a heart of stone,

Try to mend the sky with one hand.

Burn all over your body, how much passion.