last night

A man walks along the long road,

The night is quiet,

Only the light of the lamp.

I roam here and every night,

But it didn't evoke as much memory tonight.

I think

Now the way I'm walking,

No longer a stroll on the trail,

And in the first step across life.

Life, too, goes back and forth,

In the end, like a human being, there are joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

I think

Now the way I'm walking,

No longer a stroll on the trail,

It's about experiencing life after life.

road

It's always tortuous

It is nothing more than restoring life upside down.

Now I still walk on this long road,

It's just a hurried road that comes and goes,

There is also a loneliness and sadness in my heart,

I don't know that day will be able to cross the first step in life

Embark on a path that will always be your own.

But I firmly believe that

This day will definitely come.

Chapter 068 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Vernacular poems The light of the lamp is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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