If there is a turn for the better in heaven, may I have less pain in this life.
When things in the world are unfair, I will grow up on rocks and I will yearn for the sea. I hope a dream will make me immortal in Youlong.
Is there a poem that especially hates God's unfairness?
There is a sun and moon hanging day and night, and ghosts and gods hold the right to life and death.
Heaven and earth are big, only the pure and the turbid can be distinguished, but how can stealing feet and Yan Yuan be confused?
People who do good will live shorter in poverty, while those who do evil will live longer in prosperity.
Heaven and earth, too, are afraid of bullying, but the result is so natural.
Land, you are good or bad.
God, you are wrong, wise and stupid.
Alas, only two tears fell.