through pale snow-patches in the jagged night mountains, lonely people in a strange land
When they were young, they left home, but their local accent remained unchanged. Where do children come from when they meet strangers?
I've been away from my hometown for many years, and I've been exhausted recently. Only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
the limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree, the cold lamp shines alone.