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$MRLN When I’m in a low valley, I won’t give up; my fate is mine, not Heaven’s.
No one lifts my blue-cloud aspiration—I'll trudge through snow to the mountaintop myself.
If fate doesn’t grant me this lot in life, I can still go up to Kunlun alone.
Red dust grants me a three-foot sword; I trade wine for a lean horse across one lifetime of streets.
For most people, the morning roads are sheer ravines—only I see all living beings stop in their tracks.
Till the sea reaches its end, Heaven becomes the shore; when I climb to the summit, I am the peak.