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我準備好了死亡，
仍擺脫不了憂傷；
你淺淺踏過泥壤,
卻成了花香草香。

Calling an old soul

Called an old friend,

at a very far end.

Still sounds like a kindergarten teacher,

shows me the world without borders.

He sees now nothing in figure.

Nothing more can nurture.

A, B, C, D, E…

Would I, in the end, be freed?

Right, he is deprived of sight.

Yet, he spots like a hungry kite.

All mundane and against fact

Those who hide behind a false act.

Phones, alas, cannot give a dose.

This, that, these and those.

When did you last call

someone who is prepared

for your final fall?