The rotten feet support the weight of the entire body,
gray and white world,
The reflection in the eyes hanging from the bridge of the nose.
I take a step forward,
The world starts to turn.
The doomsday flowers on the other side are blooming as beautifully as fire,
Release the neck of the last living person.
Watch him assimilate,
Assimilate into what I am.
Mold grows on muscles that wither in the sun.
Half of my head was stepped into the dirt.
Dead or alive?
Who cares?
Deep in memory,
The original white lotus.
The woman in white clothes by the river smiled sweetly.
Time is old,
Corpses never grow old....