Narrative of the Year of Rat
Narrative of the Year of Rat
February is like a fierce tiger dashing down the mountain
The trees and the grass were startled
The water in its inherent posture, ran and forgot
People became trapped animals roaring for their inner beasts
The streets have never been so lonely
Cherry blossoms do not understand the spring rain's pain
The old Yellow Crane is sobbing
for seeing too many sudden and hasty farewells
Those who crossed the quarantine zone were innocent
Liars claimed to innocent too
The whistleblower that pricks the hypocrite has reached heaven
Conscienceness spreads its wings
The elegy should be allowed to precede the hymn
Dark shadows should exist in the sun
March is like the thunder, all beings awaken
Some mourn, others celebrate
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