I don't know how far you are after leaving, which is bleak and boring.
Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish.
In the middle of the night, everyone hates Chiba.
Therefore, leaning on a single pillow to find in a dream, the dream is not a double lamp.
Note: After leaving you, I don't know where you appeared, and I traveled to my hometown, full of desolate scenes and infinite melancholy in my heart. Now you are getting farther and farther away, and slowly forget the care of your old friends. No news, the world is so big, you can't track your whereabouts!
The autumn night is deep and long, and the ruthless cold wind blows the sparse bamboo leaves, and the voice is like a cry, full of cold resentment, just like a sad rhyme. I lean on a thin pillow, hoping to find you in my dream and be happy together. It's a pity that even my dream didn't come true. The wick burned, the dream withered, and it was dawn.
You should have said this word, but you got a word wrong. o(∩_∩)o ...