The west wind is cold, and I don't realize it has turned cold. Vaguely, I remembered my childhood dream again.
The rice paper in my hometown is wrinkled, just because of the age.
The bright moon in my hometown is thin, and I only feel homesickness.
Toast a glass of peach blossom wine from my hometown and get drunk all night long.
The showers passed by, and autumn came late. I revisited my old place and picked up the broken dreams all over the place.
Conception: