Green Wave Castration Poem by Cui Gya

Once green wave
All ran to the golden season
In order to become bypass flow

Those that flow to the yellow system
In the waltz after the wind
They thank the curtain

Those that flow to the red system
Waiting for themselves with the virtue of patience
Become more mature
And more dazzling

Fire in your eyes
It's burning in the blue sky
Without any smoke
There is only the fragrance of plants
And the scent of desolation

In such season
Please don't mistake castration as death