Song of vagrancy

He has a face full of vicissitudes and is wandering with his guitar on his back.

Is it time to leave him alone.

Maybe love, forget the way home.

Maybe it's also him, thinking inexplicably.

Under the glazed eaves, there are only scattered moonlight on the ground.

He awoke from his dream with a glimmer of hope.

Once he was also frivolous, and years made him grow up.

It's the call of the future, but he's still a little confused.

The more you grow up, the more desolate you are, the dream is broken and you are crazy.

Is paranoid, is tenacious, the journey is dark and long.

The more you walk, the more you wander, the dream is far away tomorrow.

It's persistence, it's stubbornness, even if life has no weight.

Under the glazed eaves, there are only scattered moonlight on the ground.

He awoke from his dream with a glimmer of hope.

Once he was also frivolous, and years made him grow up.

It's the call of the future, but he's still a little confused.

The more you grow up, the more desolate you are, the dream is broken and you are crazy.

Is paranoid, is tenacious, the journey is dark and long.

The more you walk, the more you wander, the dream is far away tomorrow.

It's persistence, it's stubbornness, even if life has no weight.