Accustomed to the clear sound of the mountain stream
He hates the noise of the city.
Accustomed to the blue sky in the countryside
I'm tired of the dirty air.
this year
The years passed so fast.
People around
Too many people left.
Whoever it is, it left a defect.
The person I love
tell me goodbye
My favorite occupation.
The more you do, the more tired you will be.
I wonder if it's a change of time.
Or disappointment with life?
this year
The white hair on my head is increasing wildly.
The emptiness of the mind is elusive.
Although my soul is on the road.
There is nowhere to put the body.
this year
I am still not married.
Parents' thin bodies are full of vicissitudes.
My responsibilities and obligations.
Tortured me like an invisible chain
I also want to escape and retreat.
In the warm arms of mom and dad.
Be a bear to watch.
But I can't.
Time has changed my appearance.
I feel very tired inside.
But I will stick to it as always.
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