Waking up at Dawn, Old Dreams Are Hard to Find

On a rainy night, I had a high fever and fell into the Republic of China. I became a teacher in the concession. He raised his eyebrows and joked: "You have thin arms and legs, are you worthy of being a gentleman?" Turning around, he threw all the tenderness in the concession in front of me, and grabbed my hand domineeringly: "Take my things, and you will be mine for the rest of your life!" He would awkwardly hum "Drizzle" in the alley, and mix "Wish you good luck" into a soft and waxy tune; He would hold my shoulders and solemnly promise: "When I earn military merits and marry you with all my glory, let's see who dares to call me a gangster!" I thought I had found my beloved in troubled times, and I was filled with joy waiting for a prosperous and prosperous life, waiting for his triumphant return. But in the end, he went to the battlefield with his sword, protected the mountains and rivers with his blood, and exchanged his life for the dawn of the world. But only, I broke the promise of "I will marry you alive". He kept the world peaceful and left me trapped in the old dream of the Republic of China. I think about my return date every year and look for my old friend step by step. This deep love in troubled times with life as a bet will eventually wake up at dawn, and the old dream will be hard to find. And I, guarding his tenderness, have missed him and waited for his whole life...