Nameless bodies cry today. or maybe yesterday, I don't know. I received a voice message from the orphanage: time makes them orphans. all living things will feel orphaned. funerals happen every day. condolences. it means nothing. about when maybe yesterday, I don't know. maybe it's just cheap lyricism. I haven't heard the whistling of the cungcuing bird for a long time. but nameless bodies testify to the loss of an important person. they serve the new abnormal on my dining table. I eat it greedily, so I once wondered: is the water in my girlfriend's eyes more valuable than the water in the eyes of those nameless bodies? yesterday my girlfriend read a hadith about crying. I tried to open an umbrella in my house. & both my eyes became waterfalls. I'm not senile.