Clouds are floating, what can I do? I have nothing to do, and I am ashamed myself. I face the sky, but I cannot rely on it. The shadow of lovers will be in each other's hands, and I will make rapid progress in the sudden smoke. I will stagger to the ancient temple at dusk, lean on the cliff, listen to the crying and desolation of the jathyapple ape, I will find my soulless parents, and I will be depressed and pretend.
Is this it?