(Seems to have been crumpled and discarded, the writing is blurred and hard to discern)
To Ming:
So many words to write, yet none to express.
The world is cold, ruled by fleeting desires and petty quarrels. We fight over what does not matter and kill over what should not be. Thus, hatred grows. When fate pits us against each other, blade meets blade, and there is no victor only unending grief.
I've harmed you, staining my hands with our own blood. You've taken my life, severing the bond that once held us as one. Each matter is hard to resolve.
Upon reaching the Kunlun Snow Mountain, I saw a fox also serving its parent alas, my brother, fate toys with us. The knot is tied how can it be unraveled?
We can only avoid each other, as time changes and years pass, perhaps there will be a day to meet again...
Brother (crossed out) Lu Qiu