Walking along, searching along the way, missing along the way,
It wasn't until the end of the road that I suddenly discovered,
That person, always,
Always standing at the starting point of the road,
Wait quietly.
He said,
She is the wild goose flying south,
Maybe you will stay for a while because of the warmth,
But in the end,
will still return;
She asked herself,
The swan geese quietly return,
It's because of my own difficulty in letting go,
Or is it because of someone's concern?