Summon me, summon me. My birthplace at twilight has a way of reaching out to me. This shared sentiment, a common thread among many, has the power to unite us. If you find yourself alone in a foreign land, you might also yearn for the familiarity of your birthplace. Today, I find myself once again attuned to its call. It's akin to a phone call from the past. My birthplace would consistently reach out to me as the day wanes. I find myself longing for the scenic vistas of my childhood abode. The moonlight casting its glow on the mountains and rivers, stirring up memories of our once cherished dreams. I am once again drawn back to my birthplace, as if it's gently beckoning me home.
