I would like to be a little star when the lanterns are first lit at the end of summer. Even though it is as dim as a firefly, I also want to light up your return journey.
I am like a traveler returning home from a lost journey. After passing the lights of thousands of houses, I realize that you are the one who has entrusted me with my life.
Tell a story, recite a few lines of poetry. We always have too much bitterness and helplessness, and too much powerlessness. When everything is over, when I reach the end of time, will you still be there waiting for me?