How could it be forgotten? How could it be forgotten?
Just like the military king who went to study in the Tang Dynasty, how can he forget his hometown? People are most likely to be sentimental when the sunset appears. Even if they can express it in words, they will feel relieved, like a night bird crying in the heart. Who can understand and experience the loneliness when you are alone and when the wind blows your sleeves? Even for a moment, whether you can see a trace of the undead, how can you not miss it, how can you not be lonely?