Chapter 64 bad mood

In my sickness, thus clinging to cares and troubles, Like a cold northwest wind blowing from the desert wasteland, Gradually blowing into the garbage dumps in the streets and alleys at dusk; Seeking comfort in musty crumbs, Himself horrified at the wreckage of everything consumed, Little by little, they raise terrible dust for others! Blowing away memories like old newspapers wandering here and there, Fragmented records only upside-down reminders of past turmoil. Extra reason is like a hungry wild dog Chasing empty cans and bones like that, chasing lonely chewing human sentimentality; life can't say anything yet,

There are already so many scums before my eyes! I hope: the wind has stopped; the mood will be like a light snow tonight, Silent white lightly falls to the ground; Each snowflake has a kindness of patience towards oneself and others, Layer by layer to hide the bad, broken and painful; In the light of the beautiful tomorrow morning, there is no need for anxiety,-- When despair is coming, it is simply the cruel cold snap after the snow!