Countless centuries of searching

Embark on the spring and autumn when the grass grows and flowers grow

Footsteps along the way

Ignoring the greetings of the season

Just bathe in the real dust

Just like that, eat and sleep in the open

Where you go

It's too late to stop and rest from the helplessness of exhaustion

Envision where you are

It is a tranquil port

I can stop my sleepy steps

Look around at the vastness

But I couldn't find a light to guide me

Still wandering like this

The wind and rain are no longer taken to heart

Maybe one day

I collapsed on the side of the road

Can it be turned into a road monument?

Warning of the direction of the return home

"Wandering Love and Love" We 33, the wandering heart is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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