The sky is thousands of miles away, the land has no place, I miss my family, my hometown, and the prodigal son has no heart to wander the world.
The sky has scenery, the earth has images, people are like jade, jade produces fragrance, and the prodigal son has the heart to return home.
The sky is not awake, the earth is still sleeping, people are not drunk, the heart is still clear, recalling the past is empty like a dream.
The sky is awake, the earth is sleepless, people are drunk, and the mind is unclear. I dream of walking with you. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com