In the borderlands, they built a Long Wall along
The frontier, for confronting the enemy,
When the king's will arrived at the border, the elder
Brother flare up heavily.
Spears and swords, worried about
The declination of defense, they wept,
Mounted on horses without the flags,
Lamenting the state's plight, they wept.
(May,15th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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