We are travelers
Seeking the truth of this whole wide world
Explore the mystery landscape of unknown
Feel we are a grain of sand in Sahara
Perceive we are a drop of liquid in Baikal
How tiny you know
What is great I thought
When will we settle
Who will we get along
Try to get in touch tomorrow
Keep travel, keep go
Next, we never know
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