After three years of hard work, I joined a mysterious organization that was not open to the public.
While others work from nine to five, I go to work to do structural inspection of the building and complete the acceptance inspection.
The iron balls on the third floor underground are beating,
The twisted building is alive,
The piers of the bridge across the river hide birthday wishes spanning sixty years.
Throughout the city, there were forty-seven live iron balls buried underground.
They are not monsters, they are not systems,
It is the heart of the city that generations of ball keepers have sealed with their lives.
My father has been waiting below for sixty-eight years,
Someone lived in an iron ball for seven years,
The white iron ball on the border is talking to neighboring countries.
When the mother body returns, thick fog covers the three rings,
All those who have been detained must go home today.
My name is Su Ming, an ordinary civil servant.
My mission is to use the last bucket of concrete,
Guard the city and guard their regrets.
