I'm standing at the crossroads, wind blowing through my hair.
我站在十字路口，风吹过我的发丝。
No map, no destination, just silence in the air.
没有地图，没有目的地，只有空气中的寂静。
Every path looks the same, yet each one calls my name.
每条路看起来都一样，却又都在呼唤我的名字。
Where to go? Where to go?
该去往何方？该去往何方？
The stars above are fading, and I’m losing track of time.
头顶的星辰正在黯淡，我也渐渐迷失了时间。
But deep inside I know, there’s a place that feels like home.
但内心深处我知道，有个地方让我感觉像家。
So I’ll keep walking forward, even if I walk alone.
所以我会继续前行，哪怕独自一人。