The poem is a canvas upon which the mind can paint.

The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press exactly the right buttons and are also lucky, justice may show up in the answer.

云朵飘飘，萦绕着我的车轮；疾风飒飒，吹掠着我的车旗。缤纷连绵，昏昏暗暗又朦胧，倏忽之间，惚惚回到了故乡。