Miss March in the spring breeze,

In this season of insomnia.

The cicadas outside the window were still yelling,

Just like my thoughts.

But I don't know,

Who am I missing?

It's the fragrance of fruit outside the bridge,

Or is it a tofu from afar?

I have no idea……

I don't want to know either!

...

...

This thing!

The more I think about it, the more hungry I feel!
Chapter completed!