A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind, with neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish for yet another summer, yet another winter.
短小精悍Their sufferings and chances of happiness, all intertwined with our lives, and what we think, and say, and do. We don't live alone upon the earth. If mankind do not learn his lesson, then the time will come soon when he will be taught in fire, blood, and anguish. 一战