"Maybe I have died, died in a wet childhood, died in the ridicule of others, died in a horrible dream, died in the feeling of death, and died in my own incompetence."

Obviously, I locked you in a dreamland, and I was allowed to write poems in my spare time.

However, you flew over Guanling, and before you left, you came to me and said, "You have been wandering for half your life, and it rains every time."