But why don't you use a stronger method?
Go to war with this bloody tyrant, when?
Consolidate yourself in decline.
Happier than my barren sin?
Now let you stand at the top of the happy time,
And many girls' gardens, but not set up,
With good wishes, I will bloom your flowers,
More like a fake than your painting:
So should the lifeline of life repair.
Is it a pencil or my student pen this time,
Whether it is intrinsic value or external fairness.
Can make you live yourself in the eyes of men.
Give up yourself and keep yourself still,
You must live and be attracted by your own sweet skills.
But why not take a more drastic approach?
To resist this damn devil's time?
There is no more auspicious weapon than my dead pen,
To protect themselves from decay and strengthen themselves?
You are standing at the top of prime time,
Many girls' gardens are not sown,
Chastity longs for your gorgeous hero,
More vivid than your portrait:
Only the thread of life can redraw life;
The brush of time, or my fragile tube,
Whether it's beautiful in spirit or appearance,
I can't let you live in front of people.
Give yourself, but still be yourself,
You must live and use your own pen.