come back

Deviated from his hometown,

I am already sad.

Three years,

Turn back the rain and tears on one side.

Smog,

Without his words, he is open.

The heart is only you,

The distant figure of the hometown is intertwined.

When you are in the top,

There is always a voice coming,

Clear and long.

A bit bleak.

The wind has blown,

The corner of the eye is bulging.

That is the call of the soul,

"come back--"

Second day: Jiang Yunqing