I don't know how long life is, and I don't know how painful it can be. I only know that I am like a fish out of water, lacking oxygen, gasping for air, surrounded by loess, cracked land, and yellow windy sand. I have no direction, no companions, and my tail slaps the ground. What awaits me is death with sunken eyes and dry body, or the relief of rebirth?
Intention: to live