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,

Lamenting for a few ileums is melancholy.

A man dies with a heart of stone,

Try to mend the sky with one hand.

Burning your internal organs is more or less impassioned.