Who can **** talk about the pain of wandering for thousands of miles? Where can I hold hands with you on the long road of red dust? What do you mean?

Personal understanding, just for reference ah I'm alone and wandering around, like that sailless boat drifting aimlessly. The pain of this wandering, the pain of this loneliness, who can understand, who can listen to me to tell the pain. The main thing is to talk about The bitter journey of life, can hold his hand in the end where is the person?