Three men walk at night
from the roadside to the middle of the road
From three points of space
to three slices of time
Black river white snowy field
there is nothing in winter
How can there be nothing in winter
lamplight shines on birdshit there is nothing in lamplight
A man goes downstairs opens the door
a man wakes too early
Birds fly from East Berlin to West Berlin
Three men walk just like crows
One day from Dongdan to Dongsi
One day from the first floor to the second floor
Lamplight shines on the river
in the cellphone there is nothing at all
2010, Bern