My love is a buliding A building

Last part...                                                                                                  Imprisoned in the wooden building day after day.My freedom witheld;how can I bear to talk about it?I look to see who is happy but they only sit quitly.I am anxious and depressed and cannot fall asleep.The days are long and the bottle constantly empty;my sad mood,even so, is not dispelled.Nights are long and the pillow cold;who can pity my lonelinnes?After experiencing such lonelinnes and surrow,Why not just return home and learn to plow the fields?Coronavirus is a bad virus so people who live in building are more safe.BY.C.G