If there is no fire

If there is no fire

walking home last night

I saw a person giving cold clothes on the side of the road

some squat

some stand

burning paper

no one said a word

I don't know if anyone is crying

But the wind wet my eyes

Years have given us

nothing more than occasional silence, multiplied water and fire

And timeless

that loneliness

Admonitions on the street

not climbable

A person who sees far is nothing more than humiliation

Do not trample on the threshold of the temple

I see people all over the street

alive, and all things are still green

Don't be surprised