I used to have the map on my hands.
Out of some reasons, we lose ourselves in crossroads.
Hence, I must search for my home, once again by myself.
I need to wave away the fog, so I can see signboards again.
I must find sunshine again. Because dark clouds only pale your skin.
And on the road, I will choose to make wrong turns, because I am still allowed to.
It will be difficult to go back, as I had forgotten to cast pebbles on the paths I trodden.
But I must reach my home again.
And I promise myself, that I will reach there.
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