I often dream about myself, with my face full of dark wrinkles and the pink ear shell gradually melting into a piece of soft flesh sticking to the ear hole.
I was lying on the floor with the doors and windows in the room closed.
Huang Ying squatted aside and dropped her tears on my face, mixing them with the pus-filled blood.
She kept repeating to me: "It will be fine tomorrow, it will be fine tomorrow..."
Concept: Human nature, maternal love, soul, salvation