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The 108 stars highlight my steps,
Whereas darkness covers thine.
The heroes fall on the battlefield,
Dust to dust, the wind washes their track.
As in a fog, our vision blurred,
What is good? What is evil?
Overwhelming, Earth and Heavens hide our body,
Will our will suffice to fill the wondrous filament of the stars?

River of Water, River of Blood,
In the River of Time thy steps stop.
The past is blurred, the future unclear,
While the present is hazardous.
Piece of chess in the hands of the Yellow Springs,
Tip of a tree, about to be crushed,
In the hall of judgment, we are doomed to be nothing.

What is the point of struggle?
In front of power, thou is and will stay dust.
Emotions intertwined but are they real?
Being, emotion, intellect in which believe?
If our very freedom is restricted, existence is relative and ephemeral,
If thy choice can't change thy destiny, then your future is mine.
In the wind of changement thy wings are fettered.

A shred of despair in an ocean of darkness,
Heroism in a storm of dust,
In your opinion, thy power is everything,
Yet, before Heavens and Earth,
Besides an ant, thou art nothing.
Walked on the road, dancing in the graveyard,
Heroes are forgotten, and life is forbidden.

A shred of hope in an ocean of calamity,
In front of the Han river thou turned back,
Confronting the long road of life.
Struggling against the Heavens, that is your fate,
Happiness, that is your goal.
Seek the power to pursue the truth,
Beseech is not an option to topple destiny.
Some elements come from the Chinese mythology (Yellow Spring etc...) .108 stars of destiny = a legend in the book Water Margins
Jazib Kamalvi 17 March 2021
Such a nice poem, Arthur Ch. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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