On the Five Royal Tombs, the clear and vigorous fall-winds're blowing.
In the fallen leaves, the boughs are stretching to the sky in skinny,
For the power during their living, secretly they'd been fighting,
Even in the tombs, it is entangled that their anger in unceasingly.
- Kinsley Lee
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