To the earl of Wolfe calcroix (excerpt)
What fate is, gone and never to return,
How does it become a blurred image in poetry?
Everything that has happened has always preceded our judgment,
We couldn't catch up, we couldn't make out.
Don't be afraid if the dead pass you by,
Look at them calmly.
Countless people's sadness, make you different.
What we've seen, what's happened,
The brave words of those times were not spoken for us.
What victory is there?
Holding on is everything.
(translated by wei yuqing)