Lately my mornings are from sleep
Wake up and go back to the show!
My afternoons also look like arrogant girls
He hangs his legs in the corner of the roof.
I can't even call the afternoon now
Chrysanthemum tree hidden behind the porch!
The evening is now over my cup of tea
Without a companion, they fade into a vague fog.
The city is called night, but in my window he disappears
All night, I stay awake in the hope of getting the night!