walked through a city full of wine and meat
Dust floated from chimneys
went through my lungs
I wanted to wear a snow-white mask
but I was worried about passers-by, cast
strange eyes
thoughts, and traveled through time
At that time, in the Tang Dynasty, Jiali 3,
wriggled on the open-air T-stage
Breathed all the way
Through Chang 'an, Kyoto
I
Through the city with many chimneys
Chimneys regularly, Looking at the sky
which is already gray
their heart and lungs have cysts
and their trachea has inflammation
I have a big asthma
I also started coughing loudly
Under the dim street lamp
I saw my bow-like figure
My white hair has been dyed black
That white mask
has passed through my mask.