I can't bear to leave my hometown.

1. Tomorrow, I will leave this place that has given me infinite warmth. I am reluctant to give up, just like this dark night, uninvited.

I think I will miss the faint yellow light overhead, the sound of firewood burning in the stove and the chirping of unknown insects outside the window. They have merged into a beautiful music. Do you know I'm leaving soon, and practice with me? Everything, everything is so beautiful. I think they will hide in the depths of my memory and accompany me to travel outside.

No one will leave their hometown willingly, just like me.

I want to put this house in a suitcase so that I won't be reluctant.

I'm going to take a handful of soil from my hometown and take it out when I feel homesick.