Deng Pei, Deng Pei, I endeavored to shout out,alas
Puppet, Puppet, it faces south towards narcissistic north, alas
The secrets of history lie in peoples vague memories of the pity lives they lived.
Youths longing is buried in the land in the shadow of Forbidden City, unable to determine. The bloom flows to the feets of the Son of Heaven along with their arrogance, abandoned by the fake complex of superiority.
Just finding out the fictitious enemy to be tradition? the unrealistic decisions destroy the efforts of several generations of human being.
