After the flying birds are hunted, the bow is stored; After the cunning hare is killed, the hound is boiled.
— Fan Li
What had been animate, moved no more;
What had been immortal, lived no more.
What had been pregnant, had a delivery;
What had been abortive, gave its forgiveness.
What had been ignored, was ignored forever;
What had been forgotten, was forgotten forever.
What had been dominant, became a legend;
What had been almighty, became a memory.
What had been hateful, returned to dust;
What had been joyful, returned to sea.
What had been broken, could no longer unite;
What had been powerful, could no longer grow.
What had been infinite, come to the end;
What had been finite, returned to normal.
What had been unwritable, was no longer existent;
What had been unspeakable, was no longer anomalous.
The bodies in the water was recovered;
The dogs in the sky was retrieved.
The star no longer hated humans.
The sun no longer brought death.
The wise king came to death;
The tyrant failed to revive.
Endless civilization came to the end;
Universal medicine lost its effect.
Heroes behind the Veil expected ordinariness;
But ordinariness was destined not to belong to them.
Without amnestics，
How could they return to society?
Neither reward, nor celebration;
But judgment, and merciless bullets.
After the cunning hare is killed, the hound is boiled;
After the flying birds are hunted, the bow is stored.
The anomalies was gone.
The Foundation was dead.