I still like this classic ~

I am more and more aware that I still like Wang Jie to go home, with a low tone, with some vicissitudes of life, can let people calm down

Go home

I walked in the street where no one was in the morning and got tired.
The vicissitudes of life last night have long been numb in an unknown world
The breeze blew my messy hair
Your pockets in your hands torture my heavy steps
I suddenly saw a picture in the station.
There is still an inexplicable sorrow in the dream of a wandering child
The desire to go home filled my tears
How long have old songs not been sung?
I changed my appearance in years
My thoughts are the same.

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Is the old tree still thriving with my name engraved?
What color will it be to fill the red brick wall outside the window?
Who remembers the hope I saw?
Who knows this journey is so long?
I don't care if there is any paradise in my dreams.
The ticket root in your hand is my only direction
The feeling of going home is not far ahead.
Old songs are singing childhood dreams
No matter how vast the world is
My thoughts are the same.