How long has it been?
One hundred years?
Two hundred years?
Or longer. . . . . .
She has been living, living to witness the change of dynasties, living to know the cunning and insidiousness of human beings, living to face the death of her friends, living to learn to lick and suck loneliness in loneliness. . . . . .
He has been living a tired life alone, living without even being allowed to die, until the end of his life.
. . . . . .
The cat said: I saw a person.
The dog said: I know her name.
Goose said: I saw what she was doing.
The bird said: She was walking alone in the wind.
She said: I will always be so lonely. . . . . .
————Sikong Zhuyou
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