I haven't figured out how to start, but I'm about to cry with the ruined ending. I haven't figured out how to call you, but I heard the news of your departure. I think of you late at night, drinking alone. I miss you, hate you, and miss you. I miss you when I was beheaded at the Meridian Gate. I said goodbye in front of the Buddha. I miss you, hate you, and miss you. I miss you for three years. I have no home to return to. A song of homesickness. The general is dead. I miss you. I hate you. I miss you. I miss you. I hate you. I miss you.