Part of me was born and part of me died in Tian An Men square in 1989. I don't know what it all means because the story is unfinished. We are all still with them in the Square. We are their debtors. They wait for us.
All China waits.
Their day will come. While on the city ramparts the banners of the ruling warlords are forever chnaging Watching as this generation of my friends is turned into ghosts, Angrily I try and snatch a peom from all the swords. But once recited, I must bow my head, for there is no place to write it down. Moonlight, like water, reflects off my black robe.