SOARIN Spaces · Lingnan Tiandi · Foshan

<LING>

If all things were without LING —
the sun would dim and fade,
the moon would vanish,
the stars would perish.

In the deathly silence of night,
time slips away.

If I were without LING —
my body would be a walking corpse,
my life a hell without exit.
My heart would be cold ashes.

In a withering coffin,
I would rot — beautifully.