If I were a grass, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this endless angry wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my hair rotted in the land. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... if I were a tear, I should also shine with the residual light: this nature destroyed by human beings will always contain our world, which endlessly reflects the dark society and the great feelings of regret from my heart ... and then I will disappear, even the traces will be destroyed by the wind. Why do people always cry? Because people always regret or feel sad. ......