The church bell rings slowly, beep.
At dawn,
The morning glow dyed the sky red and orange. ......
The young traveler put the knife on his backpack.
Embark on a long journey and continue to set sail,
The road seems endless. ......
But I can vaguely see the perseverance in his eyes.
The road is long and tortuous,
The front is full of unknowns and thorns,
Even if the strong thorn passes through the body,
But I pulled it out and went on my way,
The story of youth should be written like this.
The ship of youth must also set sail,
All for that eternal song of youth!