A small boat without sails floats on the waves
Every day the wind blows and the waves beat
A small boat without sails floats on the waves
Every day just towards the distance, there is no end
Looking at the boat and Pondering over how sad and creative it is
Like me, the tramp lost his way
I don't know if I really want to be in that day, not in hesitation and confusion
Looking at the boat and Pondering over the future
The shore river is far away
I don't know if I really want to stop hesitating and perplexing in that day
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