The Journey of an Ou

"Leaving my hometown, I carry my pack... Often dreaming of my beloved girl... Being far away, my heart is at home...",Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water."。