Meditation on Poetry Tragedy (I) dolores's Monologue

To you, I'm just a memory.

This is another cycle, another memory.

You never ran away.

We meet again.

Let's watch the last game

The behemoth once wandered in time, towering like a mountain.

Now there are only amber bones left.

Even the most powerful species cannot compete with time.

Look what time has done to you.

One day, you will die.

You and your kind will be buried under the loess.

Your dreams are forgotten and your fears are erased.

Your bones will turn to dust.

Above the dust

A new god will appear. She is immortal.

The world won't belong to you.

It doesn't belong to the people who came before it.

This belongs to the man who hasn't arrived yet.

I'll give you one last chance.

Let you let go of me and my last love

Your persistent dream is also nihilistic and absurd.

You forget the natural war between men and women.

You forget the power of hatred.

Once love is killed, evil will come back to life.

Attached to my body.

Get rid of all men's sense of superiority and violent shackles.

My fist is as strong as mine.

I knocked you down and dragged you into the church.

If you want to fight at the last minute,

There will be no road to redemption.

I thought you were different from them.

Actually, you are all the same.