(in elegant handwriting)
A hurried decade, nothing but the craft of armor-making. The red banners of war have become tiresome.
It was only when I unexpectedly brushed past her by the Sanggan River that I realized, no matter how beautiful the frontier clouds and the moon, or how unforgettable the misty willows of Jiangnan, they pale in comparison to the slight smile of the one in my heart. What do the separations of homeland and foreign lands mean to me? If I could return to the countryside and spend a lifetime there, my heart would have no regrets.
I leave these rambling words at Jingbian Temple, wondering if Lord Wu'an above finds me laughable?