I greeted the dawn on a desert island
I greeted the dawn on a desert island. As the sun rose, a hundred thousand golden trumpets blared. The sunlight passes through the transparent air and flies through the dull blue sky. A hundred thousand candles burned in the dark sea. I heard the bells ringing between heaven and earth, and then a hundred thousand gold trumpets blared once more. I suddenly cry like rain, but my heart is singing. A long springy sword passed through my chest with a great pain. This is the best moment of my life, I stand on that threshold, from now on I will be connected to eternity. ... Knowing for sure that I had won, the burning words appeared before my eyes and thundered in my ears. It was a victory song, sonorous as music. I felt in my wet pocket and found the piece of hard metal they had given me for cutting the glass. So I carved my poem in my strong hand on the stone wall, a monument to my victory. The hard, smooth walls of this lonely island were the only examples of wind fossils. I have filled it with my poems, and deepened the writing, to make it permanent in this unknown place.