The tomb rests on a lonely hill, a desolate mound,
As the sun sets where dreams vanished long time to be downed
Dust. Comrades who vowed to share life, now scattered afar,
To conflict for achieving fame and prestige respectively, the oath be the char.
Bamboo leaves on the hill are wailing to follow the breeze,
While the grass on the path are blocking the visitors, so paces freeze.
Indifferent to wealth and fame, the stone statue stands tall,
The shoulders covered in moss, it has faithfully watched over all.
(29th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)