5

The Flower Lives with the Evil 

Somewhere in Southeast Asian, there is an ancient temple aged 

thousands of years. When I stood inside and the time seemingly wanders 

in dimness, I unexpectedly noticed that on the old stony staircase, there 

lay scattered petals in a variety of colors, forming a figure with a wolf's 

head and a monster's body, one that emitted a divine odor in the heavy 

smoke of the antique oil lamps. Then several characters popped up in 

my mind - "The Flower Lives with the Evil." 

For a very long time afterwards, I have been contemplating the meaning 

of these words. The first thought that strikes me is that the poets of 

today are mostly the departed souls who failed to realize their wishes in 

the time of the flourishing dynasties, and who are trying to be reborn in 

the era that does not belong to themselves. Probably for them, death is 

the only way that could keep them going forward. 

Author's Preface