人类最后的施舍

Human’s Last Charity A bird came on a rainy morning outside our window pecking at the yellow seeds I watched through the gray strand of smoke from the cigarette dying between my fingers, motionless to keep my visitor undisturbed The bird kept chewing seeds of my thoughts, thankless. The sky shedding tears, soundless. Why does it bother me? He fled into the veil of rain left me, wordless in the cage.... （戒烟前作的：）