He did it in the northern Vietnam, and he was among the wilderness. He thought that all merchants would supply him, and he was in the framework. However, after running around for many years, he still remained alone, and his career had also failed. He had no way to comfort his mind.
The moon sank behind the chrysanthemums. The merchants traveled far and wide on the sea routes. Could Liang stay? The phoenix妄 provided mutual assistance. Long sat hugging his knees in defeat. Waiting for the night to turn into dawn with a stench.
(Note: The translation involves some interpretation as the original text contains non-standard or poetic language which isn't entirely clear.)