Chapter 30 Induced terror
blue gray strange sky
Anxiety like your fate,
Prodigal son, what kind of thoughts are you asking?
Come down from the air to your empty soul?
——Though I am fond of darkness and changeable things
insatiably pursuing,
But I'm never going to be kicked out
Ovid of Latin Paradise sighed.
O sky, heartbroken like a sandy beach,
My pride is reflected in your heart;
You boundless and sad-faced cloud
Carrying my dreams like a hearse,
Your gleam is what draws my heart
A reflection of a contented hell