"The Bruised Reed"

When I see the faint life flickering,
Pull it out and replace it with a newer, stronger life.
It has no future. It wastes time. It is worthless occupying priceless land.
Set aside.

Received like an oracle,
I took out the quilt and covered myself with countless white cat fur covered in soft and rotten meat paste.
pretend to be strong,
Eat, walk, do, eat, walk, do and imagine the day when you will be replaced.
expect.

A burst of heavy rain hit and flooded. silence.
But He is cruel not to take my life,
The rest are dying.
Remains in drawers and abandoned bookshelves and in the night.
When no one was around, he muttered sorrow and resentment.
Knead again when day comes,
packed in plastic bags,
put in the corner.

The new life is growing vigorously, and it is watching me skillfully put on my own sun, and I feel the scorching heat with it.
Life, cast by others, given by God.
evaporate a little bit,
The purest and most transparent remains,
body.
Withered, degraded, merged into the priceless land.