Fanfares ring out loudly in the absence of bride and groom at weddings.
There are we who look like some archaeologists peek into the footprints that left on the virgin road.
Funeral hall changes its title to ceremony hall, but funeral is still repeated without the dead again and again.
Even bones are not remained in the crematory.
Innumerable fossils are still being produced at the factories here and there.
Fossils carry fabricate memories, neither being buried nor able to hide themselves in the darkness, just drifting about for the drifting sake.?
Therefore, graves need to be dug up.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
Yes, certainly, graves need to be dug up. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
There are we, who are here to dig up the graves.
There are we, who are here being buried in the graves.
There are we, who are here to see it.
Our eyes are repeated back and forth.
“WE” need to be buried again.

　　　　　　　　　　　
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