On the lonely road,

The rest,

Only the lonely can't leave footprints. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The footprints are not like walking on the road,

It's about walking on the journey of life step by step,

Step by step, walk on the journey and ups and downs of the soul.

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It's not cowardice that can be escaped,

It's not something that can be easily avoided by fear and fear.

She shivered her shoulders with cold,

In the lonely and dim streets of the night,

She was so lonely and lost that she was living on the streets.

It's just cold,

Just shakers,

That's helpless,

That's useless too.

The long road,

On that long, cold road,

The only thing she could do,

Only non-stop,

Can't stop,

She couldn't stop.

Moving forward,

Keep moving forward,

Don't let yourself stop.

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When I was young,

A boy approached her.

And so it came into her life.

He asked her:

"Why are you here?"

She was stunned,

It's as if you didn't hear anything clearly.

She looked up blankly,

to seek the face in front of you,

Looking at his face,

After watching it for a long time,

But it's still strange and unsearchable,

You can't find anything.

For a while,

Only then did she determine in her heart:

This person,

She hadn't seen this person in front of her,

She had never seen it before.

And then

She bowed her head.

He lowered his head coldly.

And then

She hugged herself tightly and whispered:

"I don't know."

Little her,

Some are resistant to unfamiliar ......

Little him.

This is to cope with the words of the past,

It is also the true answer in her heart.

She didn't know,

She didn't know why she was staying here.

She didn't know where else to go.

She didn't know how long she was going to stay?

Don't know how long you want to stay?