"The Train Passes Through Cities and Villages"
The moment the train started
Everything on the car became
The train itself.
From here to there
My mind is crowded and empty
All the cities I pass by are like the same city
All the villages I pass, It seems as if they are in the same village, and they have unified their thoughts
Copying each other, and then hating each other
The scenery is so ruined that it is unexpected< /p>
I wonder if I have copied other people's way of living
The way of life has been distorted by things of unknown origin
The road has been sprained, and it is a foreign land from here on out
Like a train, passing through some scenery
Being confused by the scenery again