There are several graves.
At night,
The night is always dark,
Strange and distant sleep,
Lest you open your empty eyes,
So I always walk through this corner of hell quickly and carefully.
I don't want you to scream,
I don't want you to gently shake the weeds in the grave,
I just want you to sleep peacefully,
In heaven,
I don't have to face it every day.
Weeds have no roots,
Residual flowers dipped in black ink,
Swinging in the wind,
The air dripping into the ice trembled,
Sob,
Mostly about the world,
Impermanence,
Each of us has an eternal dream,
I finally fell asleep.
I pass by here every day,
Understand the cycle of silence,
In the dark night,
Surprisingly,
In an evasive way,
Unwilling to face it,
The sadness of your leaving.