Missing, missing, thinking about the old people from afar, just moistening the rain and penetrating the spring mud. I want to ride the rain and go with the wind, and I don't want to send my dreams for a long time, and I haven't heard the sound of calling me in my dreams. Bury your homeland in another country
author:Wait quietly
Missing, missing, thinking about the old people from afar, just moistening the rain and penetrating the spring mud. I want to ride the rain and go with the wind, and I don't want to send my dreams for a long time, and I haven't heard the sound of calling me in my dreams. Bury the deceased in the homeland of another country, and bury the youth in a different world. When the rain is still pouring, the boy also has a place to cry. Bow three times to your homeland, and invite your dreams to be embraced.