好久没来。 向老万， 紫鸟， 小欣问好。 还在要饭。 难啊。 harsh work has turned my legs to a balloon so that i drag my feet to find repose as my sunken eyes see the shiny moon my heart is pierced by gloom and pain hence grows when you and i held hands in bright moon ray you reassured me of your decision i thus withdrew my hand and walked away but memories had blurred all my vision whenever i now think of Concord's spring your eyes appear in mine and mine then weep: i wish to fly to you on the moon's wing to hear you breathe when you are sound asleep a man's sweetheart is carved in his fond heart his sweetheart's heart may well be far apart