Nothing, No!

The wind comes the wind passes through the cave through the salt deserts with no order through the remains of the dried-up well and the empty huts past the fallen spears rusted, past the rotted flags and the dark bronze stars on the bloody ground. The wind comes passes through the bounds of the map through the checkpoint through the watchtower through the cement wall over the gold ingot - that savage conqueror with its yellow devilish guffaw. The wind passes comes until at the house of the reed bed it shakes itself off fresh it winds into the reed. The reed bed dances ...