The great honors of thousands of years have been mourning from generation to generation. They are full of blood and are only for the common people, and are worried and sad. The world is changing, and the river flows eastward and the sea goes to the sea. I miss my family and country, and Miluo leaves long songs, and the heroic souls go.

All beings are drunk, but they are awake. They are clear about their ambitions when they die, and they are famous for their reputations. When they meet the turbid king, they are in vain and have no talent. The heroes walk alone to embrace the moon of the river, and the sky rewards the herbs for thousands of years. They offer sacrifices to the rice dumplings, which comforts the loyal and the good, and recites the nine provinces.
Chapter completed!