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