Yesterday the stars were tired, and the lights were already twilight when the time of the heavy ge, and there was no one in the middle of the night, and the wind and rain were obscure, and even more begging, and the chariots were hard to find; and when I talked with my father and brother, and the cups and lamps were changed, and the humble houses and clothes were more than ugly; I was sober in the nine poles of the sun, and I waved them to repay the friendship of the kings. However, the craftsman is very strange, and there is a lot of discomfort, I hope you will understand.