Wandering
Chang Haijun
Searching
Walking through the bustling streets
Busty downtown< /p>
The figure wandering on the street
The lonely back exudes a touch of abjection
Sincerity
What comes in exchange is a sinister face< /p>
My travel bag
The smell of my hometown has long since disappeared
Choking in the middle of the night
It is the only affirmation of this society
Maybe I will lose everything for the time being
Maybe I will be rich and prosperous in the future
But the source of memory
I am still full of hope for life
I still remember
There is still a trace of true love in the world
And what I have to do is to carry my sky< /p>
Let them feel a little bit of coolness in the scorching heat
Maybe
I am still alive
Unconscious
Often Navy
I don’t know what day, month or year
My thoughts have become a little depressed
I always feel no pressure in life
Experience Without the joy of life
The soul is separated from the body
Life feels boring
Opening eyes in the morning light
It is like a machine starting to run< /p>
Day after day
It will never change
Complaining
It will never solve the problem
Keep saying it Tell yourself to be strong
But you don’t know where the strength comes from
Is it someone’s nostalgia
or the concern of your loved ones
Status
But I remain unchanged
The soul has gained endless freedom
But it suffers from the thin body
If this continues
p>
What may be ruined is life