Inscription of "Weeds"
When I am silent, I feel fulfilled; when I speak, I feel empty at the same time.
The life of the past is dead. I rejoice greatly in this death, for by this I know that it once lived. The life of death has decayed. I rejoice greatly in this decay, for I know by it that it is not empty.
It is my sin that the mud of life is abandoned on the ground. No trees grow, only weeds.
Weeds are not deep at all, and their flowers and leaves are not beautiful, but they absorb dew, water, and the blood and flesh of the dead, each of which robs it of its existence. While it is alive, it will still be trampled on and cut down, until it dies and decays.
But I am calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.
I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.
The underground fire is running and raging underground; once the lava erupts, it will burn out all the weeds and trees, leaving nothing to decay.
But I am calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.
The world is so quiet that I cannot laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so peaceful, I might not be able to. Between light and darkness, life and death, past and future, I dedicate this tussock of wild grass as my pledge to friend and foe, man and beast, those I love and those I do not love.
For my own sake, for the sake of friend and foe, man and beast, those whom I love and those whom I do not love, I hope that the decay of this wild grass comes quickly. Otherwise, I have not lived in the first place, which would be truly more unfortunate than death and decay.
Go away, weeds, even with my inscription!
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The Shadow's Farewell
When a person sleeps for an unknown amount of time, a shadow will come to say goodbye and say these words——
There are things in heaven that I don’t like, and I don’t want to go; there are things that I don’t want to go to. I don’t want to go to hell; I don’t want to go to your future golden world if there is anything I don’t like.
But you are what I don’t like.
Friend, I don’t want to follow you anymore, I don’t want to live.
I don’t want to!
Uh-huh-huh, I don’t want to, I might as well wander around in nowhere.
I am just a shadow. I want to leave you and sink into the darkness. However, the darkness will swallow me up again, and the light will make me disappear again.
However, I don’t want to wander between light and darkness. I would rather sink in the darkness.
However, I finally wandered between light and darkness, I didn’t know whether it was dusk or dawn. I will raise my gray-black hands to pretend to drain a glass of wine. I will travel far away alone when I don’t know the time.
Uh-huh-huh, if it is dusk, the night will naturally sink me, otherwise I will disappear in the daytime, if it is dawn.
Friends, the time is near.
I will wander into the darkness in nowhere.
You still want my gift. What can I offer you? Without self, it is still darkness and emptiness. However, I am willing to be just darkness, or disappear in your daytime; I am willing to be just void, and never occupy your heart.
I am willing to do this, friend -
I am traveling alone, not only without you, but also without any other shadow in the darkness. Only I am drowned in darkness, and that world belongs to me.
September 24, 1924.