[Literature] In the afternoon of the city, the time of the typhoon and rain

Seeing the heavy rain engulfing the whole city

Roaring sound, mottled makeup, pungent white smoke

What was once occupied is now dissolved

into a mist

The white mist falls and a pool of white flowers blooms

The white flowers wither and dissolve into a pool of water

open a flower and dye a smear of ashes

White Mist cannot escape from greed

spared

Sunshine and accomplices emerge from the fog

Nose smell moist

Birds chirping sharply

whisper loudly

I'm still lying by the door by the house cat saying

The city remains after the rain

Work together to perform a mirage