GREAT WALL
On this wall,
The stones mourn throughout the circulation
Time and change from season to season
Not water, the glue between the stones that are arranged
But the blood of losers
they were defeated by the sword
unsheathed and the echo of the trumpet
the voice echoed from the emperor\'s palace
when the workers have to kneel
at the foot of the dynasty\'s banner.
The farmers huddled on the side of the wall
So that every morning the birds sing
tells the story of the king\'s concubines who farm
No sweat among the flowers
On this wall,
I know strength and glory
Ancestral endurance and resilience
the valor of the knights on horseback
beauty, splendor and sorrow
Which is decorated with sobs in silence
The padri wrote the holy book of civilization
With love and blood ink
He also wrote prose tales of kings and commoners
While counting the blood flow
Which drips from between the stone walls
I was stunned with Putu
He then drew a pen and made a sketch
About a piece of the story of the great wall.
On this wall.
The rocks snake so long and far
Read from my viewing record
struggle, loyalty, and open wounds
a reminiscence of history that is eternal in every heart
and will not fade over time
even though there are no longer any old stories left about
history of the Qin Dynasty, Han Dynasty and Ming Dynasty
but who keeps the dream of tomorrow
tucked away in the green hills of the North side
the mysterious love story of the emperor\'s daughters. The smell
stored at the gates of Shanhaiguan and Jiayuguan
her tears, perhaps still wet her huma
In rhythm with the rotation, rising and setting of the sun
Beijing 2012-Denpasar2022.