Comments about Jinny Lee
Decaying flesh rots with a deep stench.
As I walk along this dirt terrain, I see tombs, I see the dead!
Everywhere I look, blank dark eyes bore into my beating chest.
As if wanting to tear my heart right out of my chest!
I see a little girl, I call to her, she does not answer.
I call to her again, she just stares.
Her expression shows sadness, loneliness, makes me want to console her.
Make her happy once again, as a little girl should be.
Her skin as pale as the glistening moon, and cold as ice.
Her innocent, rosy, childlike features turned to dust.
What lay ...