Paldang Lake where my memories have been laid down

 

There was a time when many things had to be submerged there.

There must have been a list of submersion, but ten years later, I was reflecting on it again

The submerged things crept up and built their nests and laid their youngs.

 

What was it?

Should I call it a pain?

It was a question of why I live. Should I say it or not?