The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often.

The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?

This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline.