Recalling that year, it rained on the eaves in April and there were corpses in the house in August.
The elderly at home are afraid, and the children in the hospital are laughing.
It has been three years since then, and gods and ghosts often appear in my dreams. Every time my heart is lonely,
Had a great time chatting with him. Don't ask about falsehood and trueness, don't ask about right and wrong.
To believe is to exist, and to exist is to be reasonable.
Intention: To commemorate my dream