of
a
prisoner
about
to
be
on
the
shores
of
west
hill
island
on
lake
taihu
the
sands
and
water
are
melancholy
but
serene
kapow !
the
birds
rise
for
their
universe
has
ceased
but
unknowing
they
fly
on
where
would
i
rather
die ?
on
the
shores
of
west
hill
island
looking
across
at
the
hills