I don't know how other wanderers spend their days and nights, but I just can't relieve the loneliness in my heart. I often look at the clouds on the horizon, dreaming about my imagination. I am on the other side of the horizon, looking at the familiar mountains and rivers, counting the needles and leaves. I am in it, forgetting everything, and I am still the simple little girl who does whatever she wants. When I suddenly woke up and touched my face, even the tears were numb and flowed in my heart.