We were actually born to sleep, not to forget:
The soul accompanying the body, the soul of life, the stars,
I saw some appreciation of this painting on the internet, and compared it with Van Gogh's sentence: "Brilliance to the extreme is either desolation or death, so Van Gogh can only destroy himself." Then I think the following poem is the most appropriate:
Dedicated to the evening star
Author: Gomai
The evening star rises from the earth and the sea.
I stand at the end of the night
Look at dusk like a snow-white nude.
I am the only shining star in the sky.
At this difficult time
Yesterday I seemed to see another kind of human.
Three things that kill each other are brought together.
Dusk is the only luminous body in the sky.
The stars are the sheets of the night's daughter.
I am the boundless darkness in my life.
At this last moment, I can dream.
This barren land, the last seed
This drooping time, the last sound
World, one last thing, the evening star.
1990.4. 1 1