On that night of family joy, I spent it alone.
The person who accompanied me last year is no longer here.
I tried my best to disassociate myself from it, but it actually didn't matter at all, or no one could tell.
The truth is mixed with lies, and there is no blood staining the eyes.
I was alone, wandering on the street corners.
Maybe someone will think of me at some moment.
But because he couldn't understand, he let it go easily.
I traveled far away, escaped from the wilderness, and saw the end of Chaoyang Road.
Some people are trapped in the wilderness, trapped in a cocoon, unable to see the direction at Qingchuan Station.
Intention: Know that there is nothing you can do about it, and be content with it as if it were your fate.
