A20:38
I walk the same road every night.
我每晚都走同一条路。
The streetlights are my old friends.
街灯是我的老朋友。
They shine the same warm yellow.
它们发出同样的暖黄色光。
The bakery is closed now.
面包店现在关门了。
But its bread smell still stays.
但面包的香味还在。
I know every crack on the ground.
我知道地上的每一条裂缝。
This route knows my tired feet.
这条路认识我疲惫的双脚。
It never asks me to hurry.
它从不催我。
It just waits for me each time.
它每次都等着我。
In this city, I feel small.
在这座城市里，我感觉自己很渺小。
But this path is mine alone.
但这条路是我一个人的。
It holds my memories softly.
它温柔地保存着我的记忆。
The Comfort of a Familiar Route Home
by @junjie_talks