微像无形 Slight and invisible
The Sky has been full of dark smog and haze.
Breathing with intense pain from nose to heart.
The dim light shines faintly though mess,
and bright the seeds born from their hostility.
They take root into earth.
Looking into the mirror,
something slight and invisible in it,
project a light beam of reality.
There’s compact skin going to be eroded;
There’re stomas going to be blocked;
mud is all over the mirror but the truth is gone.
All-seeing eyes, clear and sensitive,
pursue the key to rouse new life,
it stop when come to the ingress of endless cycle.
We exist without eternal life but we loop.
There may be no sense to answer question.