Epitaph by Lu Xun Lyrics
I dreamed I was, astand, facing a gravestone, reading its inscriptions. It appeared to be made of sandstone, peeling off at many places, and severely mossed, text with only fragments remaining!
> ………… Felt chill during mad heat and grand song; witnessed an abyss in the sky. Saw utter nihil in every eye; saved in the place of no hope.
> ………… A wandering spirit, turned long snake, venomous fangs in mouth. Not devouring others, but devouring the body itself, finally perishing.
> …………leave!……
I rounded the gravestone, and only then saw the lonely tomb. No plant covered it, and already crumbling. Within the great maw, I glimpsed the corpse: Chest and abdomen both broken; no heart or liver inside. Yet the face showed absolutely no sign of sorrow or joy; merely blurry like mist.
In fear and doubt, before I could turn, I saw the remnant texts on the nightside of the gravestone!
> ……resolved upon autophagy, wishing to know taste of the self. What cruel and rigorous agony, how might one know taste of the self?……
> ……pain finally subsided, methodically devoured the pieces. Yet its heart was already dusty necrotic, how again might one know taste of the self?……
> ……nswer me. Else, leave!……
I was about to leave, but the corpse was already asit in the tomb. Mouth and lips unmoving, yet spoke—
"When I have ashed to dust, will you see my smile!"
I scurried, not daring to look back, afraid it might shadow me.
> ………… Felt chill during mad heat and grand song; witnessed an abyss in the sky. Saw utter nihil in every eye; saved in the place of no hope.
> ………… A wandering spirit, turned long snake, venomous fangs in mouth. Not devouring others, but devouring the body itself, finally perishing.
> …………leave!……
I rounded the gravestone, and only then saw the lonely tomb. No plant covered it, and already crumbling. Within the great maw, I glimpsed the corpse: Chest and abdomen both broken; no heart or liver inside. Yet the face showed absolutely no sign of sorrow or joy; merely blurry like mist.
In fear and doubt, before I could turn, I saw the remnant texts on the nightside of the gravestone!
> ……resolved upon autophagy, wishing to know taste of the self. What cruel and rigorous agony, how might one know taste of the self?……
> ……pain finally subsided, methodically devoured the pieces. Yet its heart was already dusty necrotic, how again might one know taste of the self?……
> ……nswer me. Else, leave!……
I was about to leave, but the corpse was already asit in the tomb. Mouth and lips unmoving, yet spoke—
"When I have ashed to dust, will you see my smile!"
I scurried, not daring to look back, afraid it might shadow me.