Dreams of a Peregrinator

SHEN Ye

I believe one day

I can stay somewhere.

Time flies,

I am still on the way,

leaving,

arriving,

and leaving again.

Every time I tell myself,

maybe this time, this is home,

I’m finally home.

But when I look back,

the place I hawe stayed they are just dwellings.

The world often confuses me:

an unfamiliar place

has a familiar name.