Qihezi

The night was vast, and the evening wind was blowing, blowing the few strands of short hair. What was swaying in the night was not only the short hair, but also the wandering life. There is no direction to be found. Who can tell me where the road is? The mud and dust on the road leave your and my footprints. Innocent background slow travel at sunset. The lonely figure turns into boundless longing. The companionship of the past leaves the world with today's sadness. Your symbol fell in the sky yesterday, and I don't know if it can be recovered. ······ At this moment, my heart is a little more lonely and a little less longing; a little more lost and a little less calm; a little more eager and less calm.