You read a lot of poetry.
But you never thought that those poems might never be waiting for you.
They are waiting...
Someone read "Opposite Shadows Make Three" under the lamp. When he lowered his head, the shadow was already standing behind him.
Someone was silently reciting "The fire on the river boat is bright" at the ferry. Under the water, a hand stretched out from his own reflection.
When someone recited "There is one less person to plant dogwood everywhere", he heard someone behind him add the next sentence for him.
Every ancient poem has a "door" hidden in it.
You read it correctly, it's a souvenir. I read it wrong, it's a sacrifice.
