If I ever surpass 'the 8 immortals of wine cup...'
I will surround myself with foil of sliver and golden paper...
I will burn myself to death...
If I ever surpass the Chinese Taoist...
I will have surpass spirits...
I will be happy to live once die twice...
If I never surpass my goal...
I will be glade at least to surpass my ancestors...
At least I left my poems down to my descendants..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem