We are the clouds, the rocks, the beetle climbing arduously up the bark of a tree, a baby being born on another continent, a nonagenarian breathing their last, a line in a poem and a star expiring in a distant galaxy.
我
是云朵,是岩石,是努力爬上树皮的甲虫,是在另一个大陆上出生的婴儿,是垂垂老矣的老人,是诗中的一行,是在遥远星系中
的星星。