From the fingertips, through the tangled hair to the soul of the dream, from the pillow to the world, from the sand dunes through the busy city, continue to look forward to, from the station to the platform, with a wandering mood, watching this hand-in-hand journey, rugged enough to make you and I lose each other. Every time, I actually want to tell you, do you live in the happy garden, but it is too windy, you are too fast, or I left myself on the road. This life has been so long to catch up with you, but I don't know where you are at the end.