The swift and fierce snow hosted recklessly
Tonight, everything covered by it, the universe
Like the huge appetite of frozen freezer, subzero-history
Making me back to the gate of Primordial World, it’s no need
For glacier-century dinner or chaos feast, neither
For BC dinner, nor for the ancient East—
Or am I obsessed with Walkman battery? Tonight I must be present
Tonight God must flee mountain high, tonight I must be audacious
Not using any soldier, or tossing any desk and stool down
Not touching any of large rivers to fly
Tonight I must drink the bowl of non-space-disturbed-sea
To bottom-up. My heart must be pure for every moment
Without war; in front me neither is there Liu Bang
Nor Fan Zeng’s strategic advice, nor Xiangzhuang’s sword. I have no rival
Tonight I must drink alone and apologize for my loneliness.
I wish to see thousands of mountains to surrender before daybreak
And white flags hanging all over the world. I got my hair so long as
Two thousand years
Tonight I must dare to be powerful and pour water to the eighty- thousand- Miles cold chest to offer the whole boarder of opposite rivals
To the half-gripped desolation
There is a General Order once ears turn to a side, Guanglinsan-tune ( one of ten top ancient sting music from Han dynasty ) appears at dance of fingers
There is a Utopia at moment of upward-look, in the opposite of my side
Nothing is there only with empty seats, all monarch come to suicide
Poets throw themselves into river to sacrifice and some lie on rails and no any hero there to scream
No any beauty to sign tenderly. Generosity never devote such a vehemence to my love
I put up a silver helmet and equip with gold armor
Again I play with strokes at point of sky to release my thirty year arduous journey and half century drifting clouds
Tonight, I want to invite the sword out of my heart, my blood is bleeding
That constantly warms the wine for me; and my bones are out and still continuously add coal
My inner heart comes out to illuminate, at sound-slept midnight
My drowsy creature goes exciting to embattle and I belch with wine to all sides of ambush
Out comes my soul too, looking up around, the snow stop in the mid-air
I see I am meeting in the vast with myself who already isolated from the world for palpitation
Cold wind abruptly stops before me and I am shot by it
Prehistoric shape of me on the dust of world, both of my left hand and right hand melt into arms
My forefeet present jade object and silk to my back feet, when I am back to
Three steps, the world
Will crown me with vastness of sky, so what will make me unhappy
Come! Bottom up with Martell XO – the glass of heroic spirit uninvited
For the drink of the glass I call myself brother. I am elder brother of Qin Dynasty and also younger brother of Chu Dynasty
I am here alone, accompanied by sadness and heroicness
Yet the sad can’t get close and the grief can’t reach near
Tonight I must drink the bowl of non-space-disturbed-sea
To bottom-up. My heart must be thoroughly clear that
Being no flippant, there is no Galaxy in front of me
No solar system, no Chinese Department, I have no rival
Tonight I must drink alone and apologize for my loneliness.