Chapter 36 alone

alone The room was filled with clear laughter, As a garden ever filled with lilies or jasmine, Man smokes in the dust of dreams, Thinking about the withered music. What is floating around in my mind? Uncertain like white clouds, gloomy like white clouds? And in vain to speak to it, Just as people speak to white clouds in vain. Only glossy woodwork shines in the dark room, The soliloquy pipe is also silent, People trace the white luoti in the space of dust and mist Eyes like a burning fire. To mourn for oneself is the same as to mourn for others, Although my dreams are different from others',

But I know today I have shed tears, And from the outside, silence comes in quietly.