A 16-year-old boy, in order to save the souls of his parents, did not hesitate to open the door to hell.
Night is the cloak on their shoulders; death is the shackles on their chests.
Every night, riding down the wind from the black tall building, the mask-covered face hides sadness, and the candle-lit ceremony buries desolation.
The broken mask forgets the old age; the young man here controls yin and yang.