The Record of Dry Bones and Souls

Autumn also kills people, and winter also kills people. The creatures chew the old bones, and new souls are planted in the place of death. The summer heat consumes the residual hatred, and the bones are still warm. The strong wind blows the old rain, the sword rusts on the spring roots, the sun is thin and the moon is dark, the night is dark, only the old wine is sacrificed to the new grave.