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by The Southern Osean Kingdom of Asthea. . 49 reads.

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Day 7

I'm a Stranger in the north, Don't ask about my hometown
Even these towering old walls, Can't block the sadness. Also, How is my family doing?Carrying on my shoulders a bag, Full of gloom

Day 22

Some said he'd gotten into trouble back home and had to escape, Some say he'd trained for years and came to show his skills, Some men have lost themselves, Helpless, lost, wandering. Some men work hard to fill their stomach and support their families

Living near the outskirts of the city, Desperately searching for a job and apartment, Crowded buildings, Filled with so many foreign faces. I wrote a resume, With longing in my heart Pacing back and forth 930th Avenue, Hoping for a miracle

To my Loved ones: Farewell to the south, The most beautiful homeland
It's far away. The swaying coconut trees Dreamland reflecting my fantasies
This city The lingering haze is too thick i can't see what's ahead Its too bewildering

Day 94

I'm a stranger in the north, Don't ask about my hometown
Even these towering old walls, Can't block the sadness
I'm a stranger in the north, How is my family doing?
Carrying on my shoulders a bag, Full of gloom this is my last hope, Can't go back home now

Day 174

The air is filthy, Too turbid, i can't stand it
The traffic is chaotic, Too hasty, I'm really not used to it
The people on the sidewalk see me with cold and cynical eyes
I took refuge in drink, attempting to fit in to this society

Staggering around with Erguotou liquor swaying in my hand
Frustrated souls sometimes drunkenly collapse in that alleyway
Chewing a piece of lamb or Bowl of warm soup in hand
Desperately trying to dispel the angst inside

Day 425

Just like sand floating in the wind, no one can help me soar
I stand at the Temple of Heaven and pray that all is well at home

Day ...

I'm a Stranger in the north, Don't ask about my hometown
Even these towering old walls, Can't block the sadness. Also, How is my family doing?Carrying on my shoulders a bag, it's full of gloom

It's like I'm standing at the emperor's feet. Suffocated and can't breathe
Even on the street outside my door. My differences result in arguments
Maybe I was never belong here and Should have left long ago
Can someone please just kill me now, And make it clean

"This is the land of dreams. But my dream is still out of reach, This is the holy land of dreams. But it's so disorienting. How many men fall to the harshness of reality and then disappear forever. How many men fall into a coma. Leaving only an empty shell behind"

Rest In Peace

I'm the stranger in the north

I didn't belong here.

Day 1

I Can't go back home now, not yet

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