The wind is coming from the south
Letters are on the way? Horses are eating grass by the river
I have no expectation? Nothing to neglect
If October comforts me? Allow May to burn me
Time falls in the village
I just hold a piece of jade without hesitation
The sound of broken tiles is all around me
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The snow can't stop me
I can't hide the absurdity of my life
People who can miss me are getting more and more.