"Your face I saw in the dream was not as clear to my eyes as in your portrait; I
am soon wakened by the cries of birds."
I was not wakened by the cries of birds
but by the opening of the door.
My landlord said he wanted to rent out another
bedroom to someone else. I said, "Of course. They can come, I can go." He said,
"If you go, I won't lease it. If the interruption of your sleep makes you leave, I'll be in the same situation." I said, "You can lease my room." He said he wouldn't be
able to find another tenant like me (I neither cook, nor have lots of stuff, ask
him to buy me a bed and an air conditioner, nor live here on weekends and
holidays. I'm quiet.) and pretended to care about me - exaggerated how well he
treated me and how good this apartment is. I'm tired of it.