I can’t wake up from talking about hometown in my sleep. I’m besieged on all sides by seeing the wise and besieged. Leaves have fallen back to their roots and seek fish.
Leaving my hometown and sleeping hard all night long
I can’t wake up from talking about hometown in my sleep. The thoughts of the perch are like seeing the virtuous and being besieged on all sides. The leaves are falling and returning to their roots. They are asking for fish. They are leaving their homes and sleeping hard at night. The heart is like an arrow. The heart is like an arrow. Looking at the platform, the heart is like an arrow. It wants to pierce the autumn water. The eyes want to pierce the soul. The dream lingers. I think about it day and night. Thinking about the day and night, thinking about the country language in my dreams, lying awake and unable to wake up, thinking about the day and night, sleeping early and sleeping