Ye Xiaosong came here to bid farewell to me.In the cold night loneliness blows like the Siberian wind;Maybe I don’t deserve a lover’s bed.Or I am out of touch with this great age and have to live alone.I think my love can only be as noble as tears.The irresistible twilight will dissolve my doubts and griefs.– For more exciting content, come to read and sleep culture, the Son of the Poet, read and Sleep Poetry Society