Heaven Weeps, Earth Mourns for a Fallen Hero
Soul shattered in exile, dying in a foreign land, Mom brings you home. One hill and one earth, cannot hide the tenderness of righteous bones, bitter winds and sorrowful rain, unable to tell the countless vicissitudes of the world. A warrior's ambition unfulfilled, dying before his time, ink stains beauty, beauty already in heaven, with countless heartbroken people separated by fate. The heavens weep, the earth mourns for me to fly, the sun, moon and stars can no longer shine brightly. From now on, I yearn for you to return, every night in my dreams. Across the distance, until death.
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