I don’t want to look for it. I wrote the poem myself, so you can refer to it. Night, silence... Walking on the road, I have long been accustomed to you. Where are you going? Where do you go from here? I don't know, I just hope you can come back. I'm so tired, I really want to rest next to you. It's so annoying, but I don't want you to be by my side all the time. Crying, tired, I don’t want to be with you all the time, I just want to be able to see you all the time.