Chapter 7 7

The train came rumbling over the railway bridge. I go under the bridge.I felt the bridge tremble. Because this is a suburb, and it's midnight. I think there's no one but me Going to go under this bridge. Before the wind blows the woods are silent Sunshine and clouds before the wind easily overlooked as if they did not necessary to exist the man who passed through the woods before the wind people without memory a hermit I can't tell before the wind blows It's the winter wind that blows harder Or the wind blows more fiercely in summer I haven't been in that wood for three years

I go there after the wind blows one death has sealed our mouths This moment is followed by bells ringing through the summer trees It's the sound of birds flapping their wings in the blue sky and the faint beating of a bird's heart in the clouds The wind has left the city like a ship at anchor Inseparable from the green continent with rushing rivers You, a girl who opens a can of strawberries Get out of the window; henceforth you walk with shadows Speak with dreams, keep us company with names in water death has sealed our mouths Immediately following this moment is the setting sun over the river

The baby is on his lap, the gray tower is on the back of the city I walk into unrecognizable streets In a day or a week I'll be walking through here Far from the fire of saltpeter and the coolness of pebbles I'll think of a pigeon that never heard from Take a pose of release, but in fact what I wish It is it that quietly returns to my heart death has sealed our mouths The song that the cicadas sing in the hot summer is not a song In the hot summer the old man's stories are not true In the hot summer the peaks are not peaks and there is no fog In the heat of summer a village is not a village and there are no people

In the heat of summer the stone is not stone but metal In the heat of summer the night is not the night and no one else sleeps The poems I write are not poems The people I'm thinking of aren't flesh and blood two I'll never know if it's by chance or wish You fell from a tall building among us Here is a bleeding eagle chick falling to In the sultry flower garden in July How many people opened their eyes wide to hear the sad news Because your blood is spilled on the street can no longer be separated from the soil Because it's not death in the story but True death; neither beauty nor ugliness

you left us forever leave a place forever Because this is real death, we stand speechless language exists only for the living A path of thought lost in the seas of July Your blood is spilled on the street The dazed appearance hidden behind the joy and pain The door opened and it came to us, so still It's time for roses to bloom Your little hand that touched fate lay powerlessly beside you Your youthful face is blurred It's your maiden breasts that start to grow wormwood And your feet start to touch the inside of the earth In the sky with your blind eyes I see A huge question mark, a scythe to harvest life

now you want to pull us into you numb mind, moonless abyss make me have to get down on my knees and close your eyes Then I have to put my own eyes too shut down deeply, bid you farewell three take her away Put thorns on her head burn her in the fire That cracked bone is no longer her she no longer flies recalling her brief love she no longer flies Memories of those who hurt her Memories of our sunny city her cloudy longing the flower in the rock is not her The blossom of the apple tree seen in silence she no longer flies I can't measure her summer she no longer needs the truth

she has become her own patron saint Ah, her water and seeds I can't pray water and seeds i can't pray for her rain on her eyelashes what kind of mice have you met and the northern stars what gilded wisdom ah she no longer flies suppress her tears she no longer breathes exciting rhythm Four I'll never know if it's by chance or wish A girl your age stands beside me A girl as tall as you stands beside me A girl with the same name and surname as you stands beside me A girl as pretty as you is standing beside me A busy market in the distance When I take the rope of my life to ask you

The meaning of life, you can no longer answer me with your mouth but with the whole sad evening A crowd of girls stood beside me You're dead, they're alive, trembling, longing to live They take your blood into their bodies Horrified mothers recall years later This day (that's your future on earth) Corpses are lightly covered with white cloth, summer snow A corpse with no future enjoys a moment of peace So it doesn't exist anymore, the budding moon no longer exists, the warmth on your purple dress I will spend my whole life coming to you, won't I? Years later the wind rushed into this street

Like a troop of soldiers rushing in, singing the song of fighting north and south Then I saw my hand, with Messy knife wound spread out on an apple tree I'll revise my broken dirge Let it restore the dawn to you