Poetry

Text/Yanlu

The way home is shrouded in darkness,

Struggle——

Turn on the flashlight,

< p> Control its direction.

The moon holds the hand of the stars,

providing you with freedom,

your shadow is dragged out by the street lamp.

I can't recognize you at first glance,

I only know that you are a friend of mine.

It is getting dark,

I know we will all go our separate ways,

back to our homes.

But I forgot that the wanderer has no home,

I just want you to go home.