I dreamed of the soil in the country.
Through a crack in the window
Look up at the stars in the sky.
But it's a little fuzzy
One thing is certain.
The stars in the city are not as bright as those in the country.
I really want to integrate myself into this city.
But after years of hard work,
Still no effect.
city residents
I am in a hurry every day.
country folk
Like an old cow on the road.
Always carefree.
city residents
We meet every day, but we don't know each other.
country folk
I see all familiar faces.
No matter who meets who.
I'll ask you from a distance
Have you eaten yet?
Just like foreigners meet.
Say hello, almost
I travel through this city every day.
But for this city,
like a fish out of water
Even crossing the zebra crossing
Always following the old lady.
Which driver am I afraid of?
Accidentally knocked me out.
I'm depressed.
be in town
I'm just a traveler
Because the real me.
Or that
Songs of the rural poor