The ancient did everything


    according to his own will,


    whether he was loneliness or riot


    whether they were greatness or small.


    Bookworms talk about，that prison in coffin，


    With their shallowness and profanity.


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    Bound grave dweller laugh at bookworms,


    For their ignorance and pedantry.


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    If our steps of life stop when we first meet


    at the short second，


    you wouldn’t lament to fan like moonlight


    in the autumn wind。


    When old friend changed the heart


    On original ，in the vicissitudes of age.


    He just said in faltly, the heart


    of old friends，are easy to change.