Zhang Ye smiled. “I came into this world, bringing only paper, rope, a shadow. To proclaim before the judgment, the voice that has been judged.” Upon saying this, Zhang Ye’s tone suddenly changed. He wiped away his smile and deepened his voice, “Let me tell you, world, I—do—not—believe! If a thousand challengers lie beneath your feet, count me as number one thousand and one!”
“I don’t believe that the sky is blue!”
“I don’t believe in thunder’s echoes!”
“I don’t believe that dreams are false!”
“I don’t believe that death has no revenge!”
The moment these words were out, they reverberated in the entire hall!
Zhang Ye smiled once again, “If the sea is destined to breach the dikes, let all the brackish water pour into my heart. If the land is destined to rise, let humanity choose a peak for existence again. A new conjunction and glimmering stars, adorn the unobstructed sky now; They are the pictographs from five thousand years.” Zhang Ye raised his head once again, and looked towards the camera and pointed high up and said in a determined fashion, “They are the.. watchful eyes of future generations!”
What people did, the Heavens were watching!
History will give me my justice!
This was Zhang Ye’s “The Answer”!
It was Bei Dao’s work from Zhang Ye’s world!