Hues of blue,
Amidst the abyss of pursuit,
I'm Flat on one's back, walking through the tragedies of Aeschylus.
Looking at the moon that's in my view,
I remanence of Li Bai,
who drowned after falling from his boat as he tried to embrace the reflection of the moon in the Yangtze River.
Then I recall that the tip of the mount...