弋风

Kill him when his body is still warm. 
Taste him when the death yet come.  

我总是能看见他在他死去的地方对我笑。 

自从我杀了他之后。 

只要我踏入这个房间，他总是在那里。 

see？ 

他问，声嘶力竭，脸上带着喜悦的笑容。 

see？ 

嘈杂无比。 

然而他已经死去了，我无法让他闭嘴。 

于是只有不看他。 

然而房间里所有的角度都无法逃离他的视野。 

于是最后，我坐在了和他重叠的地方。 

他看不见我了。 

他消失了。

我疲惫地抬起头，终于看到了，他想要我看见的风景。

when his body became cold
then we butchered we feel nothing
he is not a man anymore
just something
something we should deal with it in normal days
noble and honor were gone

So please
Please be like a man
we and him
we should keep our dignity until last time

Feel him
when he is still an human
Touch him
before him become a goods

though finally we eventually return to the dust
but an man's lifetime always had some unique value
that others can never reach