过客

把自己当做过客

驻足于风景

流连于那些过往  途经

把日子活成过客

点缀于梦境

携手于和你同行  时分

却没什么白首生死

只有不停歇的匆匆

谁不是独自

跋涉在这莽荒小径

——《过客》

How about to be a passenger

just stop for the views

looking back to the past things, by passing

how about living like a passenger

only rise in your dream

hold your hand for a while, in conjunction

So nothing is forever 

passing like river

everyone is alone

hiking in the trail of Appalachian

Passengers, writen in 2018 while I reading the book A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering American on the Appalachian Trail.