The great General, named Myung-Rim, his merits shine eternally.
Too aged but he ran to the battle fields with flag’s fluttering.
At the outskirts, a million of the enemy soldiers were fallen bloodily.
The Han dynasty weakened and collapsed, without room for recording.
(17th May. 2022. Translated by Kinsley)
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Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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