Go home.
Ahead, home is ahead.
In front, there is a mother's persistent watch.
Ahead, is my father's generous chest.
Home is just ahead.
At the foot, the road is very confused.
In my heart, dark clouds are floating.
On the shoulders, heavy responsibilities have been strengthened.
Love is really hesitant.
In spring, you put on light clothes for me.
In summer, you keep out the sun for me.
In autumn, you sow hope for me.
In winter, you weave dreams for me.
Me? What should I do?
Is to hide in a dream
Or embrace melancholy?
Or blood gushing?
On the horizon, the sunset hangs.
In the tree, tired birds are sleeping.
Lying on the ground, walking in confusion.
Heart, parents as soon as possible.
It's a long way home.
Horizon? In the tree?
On the ground? Atrium?
Where is this emotion hidden? ...