A person, walking in the lonely wilderness.
A man with a long tail
Not others but yourself.
Moon and Mid-Autumn Festival, Lonely Traveler
Just like in the desert.
A moving tree of life
Leave it to others.
Not only that, but also desolation.
And persistence and tenacity in life.
In the heart of a lonely traveler
Not as broad as others' eyes.
Although, at the end of their tether.
The road is boundless.
Only the breeze soothes Leng Yue.
But in the lonely man's bag
Always pretending
That warm and cold heart
Hometown wine
Looking up, the residual clouds on the horizon
Sparse Leng Yue, yearning.
Still hanging in the distant sky
Recite the folk songs of my hometown
Lonely people are still persistent
Move towards one's goal
Because only he knows.
My heart is still full
Since grandma's generation.
A ballad that has been handed down to this day.
It's my lifelong dream.
The beacon of faith in your heart.
The heart is full.
Don't need a breeze to comfort.
Yue Ming Corp.
In the memory of years.
At lonely feet, I stepped out.
Always a footprint without regrets.
A few years later, later generations.
Pick up eyes and reverence from the beach.
In the eyes of scavengers
A lonely traveler is not lonely.
Become an immortal monument
My loneliness
I am a pile of cow dung in the flower.
Silently
Occasionally I look up at the sky.
The same bright fireworks talk to the stars.
Listen to my side occasionally.
These beautiful flowers laugh and laugh like children.
What an innocent child.
But they looked at me with deep resentment.
Show contempt
I am a pile of cow dung in the flower.
The sun covered my black eyes.
The rain washed away my body again
I just melted in the flowers.
Quietly, maybe they have forgotten me.
They seem to be listening to the collapse of time now.
But I deeply feel that
If I show up in front of them again
They will have the same contempt and resentment.
So I left completely.
Without making any noise.
My bones melted in the mud.
On their coquettish and beautiful bodies.
I hope they won't remember for long.
I have been here before.
So good.
So I ended my lonely life.
Leave in prosperity and abuse.
Walk quietly, walk quietly.
lonely
An emotion can't be said, and a distress has been in my heart.
A kind of boredom is often sleepy, and a kind of trouble has nowhere to tell.
I just want to sit quietly in a remote corner;
Wandering in the light rain, let the rain drench you.
The night is uncomfortable, go to the highest roof;
A beam of light is shining; The stars in the sky are sparse and the waning moon is like a hook. How can I know my mind?
The night wind is cool, and I feel the fog and dew falling from the sky, which lightens the burden of disappointment in my heart.
This kind of burden lurks in everyone's heart and makes people miserable.
Can't say-unsatisfied emptiness.