Introduction
The light has disappeared! The wind has come to a standstill!
Like a specimen, a face is pinned against the collapsed wall,
The limbs distorted and deformed, wrapped in the soil,
A faint groan.
Slowly... I understand...
To be buried deep within the tragic story of 921.
Death is the beginning of rebirth.
I will walk into another future.
Please do not erect a tombstone for me, for the base of the stone
Makes the soil unable to breathe.
Yet history should not only record sorrow.
If everything could be restarted,
I would love our land more than I love myself.