The Crime Is Written

There is no known history, and the emergence of an inscription tells the story of the heroes of the era, who overturned everything and destroyed it, and then tens of thousands of lives flourished. Everything is known in ignorance, and everything is new. ------------------------------------------ Listening to the rain around the wall is the moist heart that no one knows, and the maggots that have haunted the tarsal bones for a lifetime; when the wind blows, the lonely graves in my hometown wail for miles; what I love most when looking at the sky is the clear sky without clouds; how much bitterness and hatred are buried in the dry wells of the deep vermilion courtyard; the last trace of sadness in my heart disappears in that cry... Here, sir, is your rattle. ---------------------------------------- I wanted to pick up a pen and draw a cloud gently and softly, but I didn't know how to start. No cloud will stay there forever. It always changes at will because of the sunshine, wind, dust, and people's hearts. I became a cloud. Intention: Transform into clouds and rain, and become a thorough and ever-changing life.