As I practised my brush writing, I lamented the follies of my youth; not starting on this pursuit when I was a child. I yearn how much time I had frittered away; how much more time left before perfecting my handwriting?
層層危樓更無限 Each
tier of this high tower, each tier of greater view,
西邊烏斑疑飛雁 Darkened
spots in the west, I wondered if they are flying geese.
陶醉光景幾何久 How
long would one be inebriated by this scene?
夕陽沉沉墨人間 The setting
sun slowly inking the mortal world.
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