試望平原，蔓草縈骨，拱木斂魂。人生到此，天道寧論？於是僕本恨人，心驚不已。
直念古者，伏恨而死。
Gazing the plain, the once battlefield, I see bones wreathed in weeds and trees appear ghostly. If this is where one ends his life, does Providence still make sense? As an innate griever, I am stunned by this scene, which reminds me of those ancients who died in grievance.
