After Twenty Years

Crossing old mountains and lakes, the rest of the cruel regime's massacre.

I felt a mystical aura there.

Betrayal often happens behind the color of the night here.

I can feel people being killed unnaturally.

I could feel people being sunk to the bottom of the lake with stones.

At the platform door, the moonlight was crushed by the train wheels and some used paper flew in the cold morning breeze.

When I asked, they just stared at my face in half astonishment. I think the people here have long been blind, mute and deaf.

Including the little boy peddling the paper that morning.

I don't believe in their eyes.

I could feel them sneering in his heart while looking sarcastic. Maybe, if it looks normal, they will spit on my words.

The rest, I still feel the silence of the morning, even though the city is busy and frenzied.

Aarrgghh !! Son of a bitch!
My pants are exposed to sharp objects.

Oh, my beloved homeland!
Since when did it start and end !?