by , translated by "Dream Home"
|translated by User:Dreambackhome, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lu_You, 2007|
Near the broken bridge outside the fortress, I am lonely and dis-oriented. It is dusk and I am worried alone, especially when the wind and rain start to blow. I do not intend to contest for the glory of Spring. I would rather be alone and envied by other excellent people. I would fall to become earth and be pressed to dust. My glory will be same as before.
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