Tristia.
Han, Yan ; Wu, Yongan
Trisda The farewell was written in the gaze The grim hourglass counts every passing moment Seeing you bleed dry, drop by drop Not a coincidental part in the chain of sacrifice A soft, invisible chain, A vertebra gluing all lives together! The chain extends in sleeplessness, luminous, Another person stands outside the queue. Why was the jade burned but the feathers fly all over the sky? Crowded with the living, who is talking to me? The chain is extending, people cannot live without vertebrae Another star rolls into the throat of the hinterland.