Chapter 12 to rotate

to rotate Spin!Spin!The ancient stone face, looking forward; Think of too many things, and think no more; Because beauty dies from beauty, value dies from value, Ancient features have perished at the hands of man. Rivers of irrational blood stain the fields; Empedocles threw everything on the ground; Hector is dead, and a light shines on Troy; We look on, laughing with tragic glee. If numb nightmares ride overhead, Blood and mud smeared the sensitive body— so what?Don't sigh, don't mourn, A greater and more touching age is gone; For painted bodies and boxes of cosmetics,

I sigh in the tomb, but no more; so what?A voice came from the cave, All it knows is one word "Joy!" Behavior and work are getting thicker, and the soul is getting thicker, so what?The old stone face kindly looks at all; Whoever loves horses and women shall be removed from In the broken tomb of marble or darkly among polecats and owls Or dig in any rich, black nothingness, Workers, nobles and saints, all these things Spinning endlessly in that unfashionable spin again. (Translated by Qiu Xiaolong)