Comrade!
I think this sentence is similar to Keats’s epitaph in England
The epitaph reads: Here lies one
whose name was written in water
The person who sleeps here is famous for writing on the water.
Other Belgian poets such as Verhaeren have the same poetic style as Namur, and the era is also close
I recommend a song "Windmill" here
Windmill Turning very slowly in the depths of dusk,
In the long, sad and melancholy sky,
It turns and turns, and its wings the color of wine slag,
< p>It is infinite sadness, heavy and tired.Since dawn, its arms, like supplicating arms,
have straightened and then dropped, now look at them
They have dropped again, then Beside, in the dark space
and the complete silence of extinguished nature.
The painful sunshine of winter sleeps on the village,
The floating clouds are also tired of their dark journey;
Along the bushes that close in their shadow,< /p>
The track is heading towards a dead end.
Under the earth cliff, there are several birch huts
Sitting there in a pitiful group;
A copper lamp hangs from the ceiling,< /p>
Render walls and windows with firelight.
And in the vast plain and hazy emptiness,
These miserable broken stars! They watched for sure
(With their poor eyes with broken windows)
The old windmill turned tiredly and lonely.