The Stranger

Foreigners

Pseudonym: Ink dead leaves

Author's original name: Zeng Xiaoqiong

As a child, I sat on the bench and watched the distance

Countless times of envy in my heart

Envy people who run to the far side

A bustling city with traffic on TV

That was my biggest dream

Slowly I have grown into an adult

Finally, finally I left the town

Stand on the overpass and watch the neon lights in the distance

The traffic under the overpass is endless

People came and went on the overpass

It was a bustle that the town had never had before

The former folk tone is quietly hidden

Walking on the road, I occasionally heard that rustic voice

Always look back and look at it again

The small town in the distance is my hard to worry about

When you are sad, you will always look up inadvertently

Look at the children who were sitting on the bench and looking at the distance

It was me who was young and homesick

There are many times when tears are about to flow

The city in the distance is my reason to be strong

Finally I became the stranger

Unconsciously, he regards his hometown as his hometown

Running around with the stars and the moon

Only for a small dream when you are young

The dim lights of that little town

It's a beacon for me to move forward

When I get lost on the road

I always have to look at the city in the distance

What a gentle little city

Give me warm companionship

I have never forgotten the sound of my hometown