A Stranger

孤独是挥之不散的大雾，告别如潮般反复涌来，旅人没有归宿。 守护信念的代价是什么？在那无声的淡漠长路下，回首告别家人和同伴继续前行。 在故土与流放之间，唯有将记忆铭刻，继续前行。 Loneliness clings like a stubborn, unshakable mist. Farewells roll in, wave after wave—an unrelenting tide. The wanderer has no home. What price to guard ours faith? Along that long, quiet road of indifference, you glance back, bid family and companions goodbye, then press on. Between home’s warmth and exile’s cold, only carve memories into your soul—and keep walking.