I met a traveler from an ancient country.

He said: There are two huge stone legs.

Shimada Hanzo is in the desert.

There is a broken stone face in the sand nearby.

Sipping his mouth, frowning, his face still dignified.

If you think of a sculptor, you must know how he feels.

That expression is still on the stone.

And the private has passed away and turned into dust.

Look at the words carved on the stone base:

"I am the king of kings, Ozman Diaz.

Achievements cover things, and the strong are impressed. "

Other than that, there is nothing.

Around the ruins, there is only yellow sand.

Lonely and desolate, extending in all directions.