Stop and don't know where to go.
Forward or backward, left or right.
I wander in the southeast and northwest.
Meditate for a long time,
I chose the quiet one.
Actually, it's still that,
I'm just tired from walking.
There is no noisy crowd,
There is no continuous traffic flow.
When you look up from afar,
Only then did I realize that this is an endless road.
When you set foot on your way home,
A thousand ways to seduce you-
Or your blue heart.
The target is already in my head.
At this point, all you need-
Not a lighthouse;
Not always helping your hand;
But a burning heart that never goes out!