The way home
So close
And that far away
A heart of longing
Hold you in the way
Thousands of rivers and mountains
Sleepless day and night
If the heavens have eyes
I just hope you are safe
It is a flower that comes everywhere in spring
It is the fruit of autumn to the ground
Oh backpack on my shoulder
heavy
Filled with what you owe
Always blur your eyes
Tears flowed into rivers
And me
It became a boat in the river
Fluttering
Wandering people
I'm halfway through this life
Frost stains the face
A thousand words
A matter of heart
How can you not leave regrets?