15.11.23 uncle chequer

15.11.23 uncle chequer

Under the setting sun, only the back is left

How I want to accompany you, the crow sleeps on the old tree,

I want to listen to grandma bridge,

Think about it. There are a bunch of footprints on the beach,

No time to miss, no time to say goodbye.

In the month of April, I lost my home after I had been round, and I went back and left.

Temperature, however, is always sad when I miss it, and cold.

Soul monologue of leaving home