She said she couldn't find anyone to love
So I would rather live my whole life without a fixed place.
From this quiet city to the next strange town
Free to come and go, never wait for traffic lights
Loud music in the bar
Let her temporarily forget her identity as a woman
Unbridled shaking of the soul
Ask in each ear
Are there any good enough men out there?
No love happens
She had no choice but to take advantage of the drunkenness to release her youth
Deliberately gaze into every look
But I only see that I am not sincere enough
Push the closed door
Dry the tears on your face in the wind
Then running wildly on the unfamiliar streets in early spring
Until the world forgets her as a person
——Lin Yilian (missing)
(Note: This article is a maiden work for my own entertainment, written by a female author)