Whose finger is the soul entangled in?
Whose fingertips bloom again?
The gorgeous stage curtain is dirty,
silent night sadness
The trembling heart is hot,
The stiff limbs are frozen
The tight empty shell of the wandering silk soul,
Joy and sorrow gather at the fingertips
Trembling, who played whose role?
Who owes whom...
Convulsions
Who lost whose soul?
Who moved whose heart...
Who is whose God?
Who is whose toy?