When I set foot on a small street in the suburbs, I thought of my inner loneliness and the sentimentality of a stranger.
I can't help squatting on the ground and kissing the fragrance of the earth.
Clear water, stirred between lips and teeth, is sweet with wine,
Pleasant intoxication.
At the moment, someone passed by and saw my strange behavior. I couldn't help watching it.
I laugh at myself, but people run away and don't understand my style.
No wonder he doesn't know how I feel when I become a stranger.
Parting is at hand. Who doesn't want to hold a handful of hometown, drink a mouthful of hometown water and breathe a cavity of hometown air?
Soil, a necessity to comfort my thoughts at some point in the future, I finally returned it to the earth.
I can't take it away. When I saw someone take it away, it didn't belong to a stranger like me.
Because I deeply know that if I have to take it away, it will only leave my hometown and become a foreign land like me.
I gave up everything I could take, but I couldn't bear it. I can't bear them to experience the same pain of parting as I do, because I am deeply aware of this.
Sadness is endless, like water without trace, but it will sting you when you are most sad.
Now I have been stung mercilessly.
How to get rid of it is a problem, just like life or death.
I have been looking forward to jumping out of the cage of emotional sadness and have been searching hard.
I often think:
The feeling I once had,
Looking unusually pale in a helpless life,
It is even more insignificant in the world of mortals.
As the memory fades,
Forget, forget ...
And my homesickness,
But it will be like the moon in the daytime,
I can't see it,
But I know it exists,
Perpetual existence