The journey didn't end, but I found myself exhausted, my water bag cracked and my dry food was exhausted.
Where can I find supplies in this endless desert? The starry sky in the desert is so clear that Polaris is silently guiding me. But I, I can't move forward.
There are few people in the four fields, but I don't want to bury my life in the sorrow of losers.
With the crescent moon as the hook, I will catch a star in the flowing galaxy. Hunger is like gluttony, winding the stars with a dark night curtain, opening your mouth and spitting down.
I swallowed too fast and looked up and drank the Milky Way.
Wipe the debris from the stars in your mouth. The weak sun is climbing up from the opposite side of the sand dune, so it lifts its feet and kicks down.
Polaris appeared again, stepping on the golden hair scattered by the sun, and the journey will be over.
I wrote this when I was bored, so I should give a reference, because I don't know poetry either.