"your face I saw in dream was not clear to my eyes as in your portrait, soon I am wakened by birds' cries."
I was not wakened by birds' cries but my landlord's door opening.
He said he wanted to lease another bedroom to someone else. I said, "of course. it's your house. you don't need to discuss with me. they can come, I can go." he said, "if you go, I won't lease it. if their interruption of your sleep makes you go, it's same for me." I said, "you can lease my room." he said he couldn't find another tenant like me. (I don't: cook, have lots of stuff, ask him to buy me a bed and an air conditioner, 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 was. I'm tired of it.