Running in the wind like a piece of paper
Looking for my post office
Look for it in your own heart
The wind is jumping in the trees by the roadside.
The grass is rickety.
Later, the grass began to cry.
The wind began to whimper.
Autumn is desperate.
Breathe exhausted
Where is the post office?
The post station on the road is very old.
The water was also flooded.
Only residual flowers are tenacious.
I'm looking for my own job.
White clouds are fluttering on the high mountain.
The mast at sea bowed to me.
The wind will always be my motivation.
Just ahead. Just ahead.
In the ancient times ahead
I don't have the courage to go into ancient times.
Although the rubble in the distance has faded
I just want to walk into the future.
I can't find it.
I really want to have a rest.
Flowers nod to pedestrians.
Dandelion began to bear fruit.
I'm still on my way.