I have confidence in my backpack.
Free to pursue the blue sky.
But gradually, I abandoned it in a corner,
In this way, I can't hear it crying in a low voice
I can't see the layers of spider silk on it.
Time makes it dusty,
What brings me is forgetting!
Finally, I woke up one morning by accident,
I found it in an old cupboard at home.
It looks a little fuzzy and unrecognizable,
Once the dust is entangled, it won't come down again.
So I had to pat it hard,
Let it see the light of day again
Just looked at it quietly, lost in thought:
It's still it, but I'm not me anymore!
Recall my growling when I was young-
Wandering alone with a bag on your back!
Look up, there are blue sky and white clouds.
Looking down is the earth and footprints.
Like purity, pursue freedom,
It's all over, and so is youth!
If I could go back in time,
Will I pack my bags and wander?