The autumn wind is cool and the dead leaves are floating.
There are fishing fires by the river and lights outside the city.
On the battlefield, he fights hundreds of people with swords, while at home he watches and waits for only one person.
Who is kneeling in that high hall? Who burns the midnight oil to read in order to gain fame? Who is waiting for someone at home...
"Day and night never stops, you never know someone is waiting for you."