Night note

The night is deep and cold,
Sad and cold.
When the lights are deep,
It’s bleak here.

Where to talk and laugh easily,
I have been sighing and hurting to leave.
This thought,
Feelings turn,
It is already doomed.
Hate is cold,
The wind has disappeared,
The smoke is still flying.
Long sorrow can't sleep.

Third day: Pan Yishen