Dogs Explain Life

Wandering The moon shines on my familiar courtyard wall, The fragrance of rice filled the air, and it was once a peaceful dreamland. The sack suddenly dropped, tearing apart the quiet night, Imprisoned in an iron cage, sailing to an unknown distance. The dog dealer kicked him, kicking away the desire to live, Break free from the rope and lick the wounds alone in the dark alley. I will leave eventually, because freedom is the wound of wandering, Better than the silent despair in a cage waiting to be slaughtered. I walked through the hustle and bustle of the market, and walked through the deserted fields, I have licked the morning dew and chewed the setting sun. Following the sound of children jumping after school, Also avoided the cold scepter of the speeding wheel. Beside the human door, there is a bowl of water reflecting the setting sun, In their eyes, the warmth of pity flowed. But the light inside and outside the courtyard wall separates the two worlds. One side is a cage, and the other side is a wandering incense. On winter nights, I huddled up under the bridge and turned into frost, The north wind howls, like the biting cold in a sack. I dreamed of the fields, of the golden heaps of corn, But freedom is the wound of wandering and the starlight of the wilderness. I will eventually lie down in some silence, Frost covered the fur, and the moonlight made a bed. The eyes that are not closed reflect the starlight that has not been extinguished—— It has shined upon the hands of alms, and upon the wounds they have brought. I don't know whether it is the warm sun or the cold frost in this world...