The village stands now desolate, forlorn. None left to rejoice, or to mourn. Only pear blossoms face the mourn…
The village stands now desolate, forlorn. None left to rejoice, or to mourn. Only pear blossoms face the mourning palace, silent and pallid. In this uninhabited village stands a colossal, nameless statue. It seems to remind of something, to suppress something, and perhaps it is the origin of it all.