I want to have a stable home and write a poem.

This is a safe haven.

This is the nest of love

It is the root vein of towering trees.

You can rest your feet when you are tired.

When you are thirsty, you can have a cup of tea.

You can eat when you are hungry.

You can sleep when you are sleepy.

Hatred is painful.

Tired, you can slam the door and leave for a while.

Is it a bird? The nest is earth, earth and sky.

Is it a stream, a river or the sea?

It is a pasture, a stage, and a life.

It is the attachment that people can't give up after traveling all over the world.

But dreams are unforgettable in this life-home