Chapter 28 melancholy

melancholy I am tired of seeing roses now, Once she was delicate red and covered with branches. The spring flowers in my heart are no longer blooming, Dark worries have come to my joyful dreams. My lips are dry, my eyes are dry, I breathe the fire, I hear ghosts whisper. Go, deceitful dream, deceitful phantom, The flower branches in the sky, the world can only dream of it! I am dejectedly enduring this belated day and night, I am a weary man, and I wait for rest.