"The Sun"
1. Master of Ceremonies (Blind Poet) "How many years later I dreamed that I was king in hell." I have reached the end of humankind and there is still the smell of human beings - in The flashes in the dark days were also stained with the smell and face of this ape.
I have reached the end of humanity, unlike Dante: there are no shining stars at this time, let alone light. There is no one in front of me and no one behind me. I am alone, with no forerunners and no successors. There is no one here. On the sun I endured the fire and the ashes.
I have reached the end of humanity and I still love you.
Although I love fire rather than the pile of ashes of mankind, I love the fire of the devil and the fire of the sun. I despise or hate all innocent human girls or princes, and I have reached the end of mankind. Human scent - I still love it.
The first sentence on the cliff at the end of mankind is: Everything comes from love.
As soon as I saw this beautiful poem, my moist fire surged out of my eyes. The golden string of poetry stepped on my eyes and I walked into a place darker than love. I must tell you about the sky. How I endured the blazing fire and the ashes of humanity on the deserted sun. Even when I reached the end of humanity, there was still the smell of humanity - I still love: everything comes from love.
On the cliff at the end of mankind, I hastily carved the second line of poetry: Love makes life die.
Truth makes life die. In this way, I heard the glorious third sentence: Die to it!
It is better to live!
I spoke these words in my own moment. I carved these words on my skull. This is my voice. This is my life. God, you hold me in your hands. Ashes I will sing ashes into fire in my own poetry!
Rather than die!
It is better to live!
In my song, the real night comes. An ape meets the sun in the middle of the equator.
At that time, I had been sawed open by time.
After passing through the small town, I executed my father and left human beings, leaving my mother behind. The story says: I am the one who will come all the way to solve the mystery of human beings. I killed my father and married my mother.
Giving birth to children - a mysterious string of blood-like garlands fell off from under the woman in the night.
Nothing has ever been seen, nothing has been experienced, nothing has ever been, nothing exists. Human mother - why is it that it is your body that I am shackled with.
There is a series of blind Homers. We are all sitting on the earth with our hands on the lute. We are all blinded by the reality of existence.
People, give me blood, give me emptiness. I am the first poet who illuminates the light. The emperor is still living miserably in the world. In this boundless night - my blindness and piano comfort you. And him, who is he?
It’s like a skeleton smiling in my heart. There is always a certain reason why we are alive today.
Brothers, there is always a reason why we turn into ashes under the setting sun. How many perishable poems have we engraved on our perishable wheels?
Who can forget that everyone has a life - living to this day, I want to ask, who lives in my life, who lives in my star, my hometown?
Who lives around me, near me, and on me?
Who or what kind of thing are these?
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