Desolation, isolation
That means where I stand
Combination of information
That means where I've been

Discomfort of depression
I know well it's ill
But anxiety in reality
It would never disappear

I know I need to be sure about me
And I know I need to stop repeating wandering
It's hard, it will always be
I'm fully aware of it

I wanna have falling
Endlessly dreams again
Long for the rough texture
Of chinese old bricks
Wish I could run on the
Rugged hill of cornfield again
I wanna swim in the
Nostalgia of childhood again