Waiting

Waiting, waiting again

When I stand on a high hill, it is a starry sky.

Looking at the sea that madly beats the shore, it seems to be a pity

I think the world seems to be me alone. Accompanied by unprecedented silence, 寞

I am pursuing freedom. Freedom makes me taste the painful loneliness

Loneliness, loneliness.

Ignore everything under the silent sky, immersed in innocent, childish imagination

The cruel reality lifts me up and falls down

Waiting, waiting again.

I am waiting quietly, hoping to be in the middle of loneliness.

Sixth grade: Xu Jingwei