The bright moon shines on me, and the maple leaves flutter in front of the steps. For whom the wind is shining in the middle of the night, people do not sleep in the middle of the night, and they are more anxious if they do not sleep.
It was late autumn again, and there was no goose letter, and I had lost my waist for many years. Several times in the dream, the soul was sold, and the acacia was like a net, as if the net could not escape.