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Yu Ji's Dream

 　　I gradually slow my pace. Those who pass by me, please don't speak. Who is still struggling in silence, reopening those insignificant scars? The square in the dead of night is devoid of the daytime clamor.

　　Like a fool, I drag my feet, chilled by the wind. Those who brush past me, please treat me as a joke. Now, I'm jet-lagged with intelligence…

　　Year after year, season after season, poor little grass, your withered body. Without leaves, how will you shelter from the rain? That winding path, where does it lead? Heaven or hell…

　　How can this little rain seep into my heart? The chill of the mountains, don't try to take away my shirt…

　　The mountain path, winding and twisting, pitifully, I start from the beginning. Cold wind, cold rain, chilling myself. And who is it that comes towards me? The misty rain stings my scalp, sending shivers of cold. Boring radio broadcasts, such tedious stories—please don't mention them. I won't admit it. You stole my thoughts. Left hand holding a book, right hand a pen…

　　Poor little grass, why don't you grow tall? Withered tree, why are you just branches? The grass's spring hasn't even passed, and your winter has arrived prematurely…

　　Taking small steps into this starlight, I feel no sadness, no loneliness, no touch of solitude. Dark night, what wrong have I done that you must shroud me?

　　Uneasy scenery, for whom do you exist? A breath of hot air, white joints—I know you are too, very hot. I know, cooled veins have blocked your mouth, preventing you from speaking…

　　Night always forces people to confront everything hidden during the day. It makes what was already restless during the day continue into the night. I don't want to replicate sadness, I don't want to paste silence. My heart has no blood…

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