He acted out all the joys and sorrows, but no one could reconcile him.
The deserted place where the candlelight is still flickering
He shook off the flowers and waited for someone to remember.
The people who bid farewell to the dream have not yet dispersed.
Who else can accompany me to watch this old show obsessively?
Who else stops for me? Who accompanies me like clothes?
——"Summer Solstice of the Thirty-eighth Year"