My Brother Is God

The stars and the earth fell into a deep sleep, the lost souls bowed their heads and wandered in their fate, the gods whispered in the sky and the underworld, and the poets sang desolate melodies. We have been wandering, praying for rest in the quiet night. Confusion and loneliness gradually accumulate in our hearts, and the hope that we look up to but cannot touch hangs above our heads—— If this is a life destined to burn out, when will the end come?