The plague took away our spring Warm sunshine and scent of buds It split our intertwined roots and replaced them with the barriers made by chasm The plague covered this dark night Darker than the night is fear, hatred and arrogance A little spark will be seen thousands of miles away Extinguished by the tide of the crowd People who carried their burning head had to extinguish these flames Therefore the believers of them are lost again Those who were suddenly shrouded in darkness, ran around, wanted to find the gap in the heavy curtain, or cover up their eyes, ears, nose and mouth In the darkness, there is no light Darkness spreads like raw oil carried by ocean currents There is no way that the darkness has a border or escape The way to fill the house was written in the fable* a long time ago Someday ...
*In this fable, a master asked three apprentices to buy things to fill the house with very limited money. The first apprentice bought cotton, but can only fill 1/2 of the house. The second apprentice bought straw, but can only fill 2/3 of the house. The last apprentice bought a candle, and the light from the candle lit the whole house. So the correct answer is light