A long time after I finished painting this painting, the melody of Yu Ai appeared in my mind. I wonder if this old song is still listened to by the new generation. When I was a child, my grandma told me that the big black garbage bags on the roadside were usually filled with the bodies of children. Therefore, children should not go home too late, or they would be caught and killed by bad guys. So when I grew up, I often saw the corpses of children. Something strange gushed out from the black garbage bags. The cold, cold wind, rain and fog shimmer under the street lights, and sometimes I don’t know if this is loneliness or peace. 

There are always good and bad moments in life. Sometimes there are separations and separations. There are many days when you can't survive the desperate situation, which brings you a sad and disgusting mood. I went to buy a late-night snack and passed by the garbage station and saw this pile of garbage. The dead branches of the palm olive tree were pressed underneath, making it damp. And dark. On the hill not far away is Union Hospital. Perhaps a few more bodies were sent to the morgue today, and a few more babies were born. I couldn't do much, so I could only draw garbage on a rainy night. I didn't expect the picture to be so silent. 

Then M said: "Why didn't I know there was so much garbage there?" 

Me: "You didn't pay attention, that's normal." 

Finally, thank you for buying this painting so that I can be understood at a certain period.