■ I see a traveler leaning on a cane, staggering away through the sandstorms of a distant homeland.
■ I see rough fingers stained with mud and water leaving symbols on a stone wall, cracks running through the writing.
■ I see the blue-green and crimson blood on an arrow slowly congealing in the chill of the night wind.
■ I see sand slipping through the gaps between human bones.
Winds from every direction leave circular traces, like a perfect cycle enclosing time as it passes before my eyes. All things move beyond anyone's control. At this moment, life surges forth. At this moment, all things wither. At this moment, a giant with crippled legs lies prone on the ground, nearing the end of its life, bowing its head to ■, blotting out the sky and sun. Every wrinkle is a scar. Sparse yellow teeth, like tiny hills, stand in its broad gums. The void in its eyes is vaster than the sky, and nothing exists within it.
It asks: [Can you hear?]
■ answers, and silence falls over both ears.
It asks: [Have you seen?]
■ answers, and both eyes can see no more.
It says: [You must think on it.]
Theme: Time
The writing is so good! Is it a group portrait?
Hahahahahaha, pick up the money jar and run, another person's wife and another person's husband, madam, you are having fun!