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The column by Jimmi Liao, on the philosophies of life, and death too, translated by me…
I Floated to the Skies, and You Were, Crying.
The River Dyed to Red, Flooded the Entire City.
The Flowers all Withered Out, but Nobody’s Waiting for the Springtime.
the illustration by Jimmi Liao, off of UDN.com
So, that, is how death worked, it’d, impacted everybody who’d been, touched by it, and the day still, goes on and on, and on, because time doesn’t stop, for anyone, or anything, not even, death, not even if, you’re, no longer here…
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