Early in the morning, a little after one o'clock
Another one-man train, long
It was dark outside with lights in the distance
In the ears is the snoring of passengers lying on their seats
You can't sleep on your own
The eyes are sour, but the head is like cold water
I know my destination, but I am at a loss
The world is so big, you can't find peace of mind, everywhere is a passerby, everywhere is a wanderer
Once past, dissipated like smoke, there is nothing left
Perhaps, it was just an accident
Perhaps, that's doomed
Once, I also pursued, I tried very hard to want a friend, a love, and beauty
But after all, there are no memories
This society is too complicated, people are never simple, what can be seen and what cannot be seen is profit
Distant friends, even if they do not meet, will be estranged by reality
So, will there still be real camaraderie
What about love
Or just take what you need
Many people look forward to fate, looking forward to irrelevant material winds and snowy moons and unforgettable hearts, just like the plot of a movie
Nice and romantic, who wouldn't want it
But just think about it, even if you close your eyes, you can't escape forever
Time does not stop, the years go by, and they eventually leave traces
You can't deceive others, let alone yourself
Inexplicable, and a little sentimental
Too much time, like sand, flowing away from the fingertips, leaving nothing behind, getting nothing
Perhaps, from the beginning, there can be no illusions, early resignation, step by step through each day, like all those who follow the rules, like puppets, reincarnation and fate
The train moves steadily, sometimes undulating, with a clear sense of speed
It's almost time to stop...
