Chapter 50 october alone

Like a soul lost in the street, I look at the face of October in the October sky, I paint passion on the shadows in the fog Quietly watching a group of flowing full moon. I also see people passing by In the shadows, staring at the waves I count the dragon-like heads and tails on the railings on the bridge, It's like sitting on a lonely boat and stretching the fibers by yourself. I feel like crying, like talking to myself, and I'm even more sorry! I am anxious, sympathetic, and my heart is as tight as a string,— I said dumb, I know the dumb piano, a tune Not sung, will the fingers of illusion end up on it?