two-thirds of life

in most of China

Countless possibilities are happening

The earth is crumbling and the buildings are toppling

Countless refugees are running on the earth

Countless lies travel through the fiber

in a third of my life

Forcefully engrave what you see into the cracks of reality

Fill the dry well eroded by lies with countless birds

in most of China

Countless lives are related to me

Life is struggling, life is bound

Countless antelopes run into one dream after another

Countless irises bloom on tombstones

in a third of my life

Dig a grave of your own

Use flowers to cover up the roar of lies and reality

Fight in silence with the remaining two-thirds of life

Recorded in silence with a forgotten body