If I hadn't listened to the west wind, how would I have known that the night was cold?

If it weren't for the sleepless night, how would I know that the cold moon was accompanied by a lone star

The night is cold, and my heart is cold

Don't say that the lamp is cold, but it weeps for the lonely people until dawn

Lonely alone on the empty building, suddenly looking back at the lonely sycamore

The night is boundless, and the thoughts are infinite

Looking at the lonely lamp, loneliness is like a tide

Looking at the lonely lamp, my thoughts are like stars

Weeping alone, tears are as cold as ice

Soft bowels are broken, and no one pities them

Tears remain, and my heart is cold

I'm most afraid that the lights will be thin, and my dream will not come true

One night, I suddenly remembered this short passage, which I think is very much in line with me and the work. It's been put in Sina for a long time.,Today I suddenly want to put it here.,I don't know who will see it.,I don't know who is merciful??