walk a lot have illness live without food
ten thousand miles far on the way of returning home
fluffy hair groan sorrowfully under the ancient city
unable to bear the autumn air that get the golden wound
萬里還響未到響
蓬病哀吟古城下
不堪秋氣入金瘡
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