It leaves me there at the guiding plan I marked,
I was left alone with no one but my soul, searching
through the route passing the right path?
Couldn't bear or stand the farthest waiting,
but who knows when it'll come soon,
I'll wait for some more, more patience,
diligence, can't tell when, I know it's there.
If this plan is a rig maze, who did it?
Is this a well plan indeed, a death trap!
Leave me well in the murky lonely swamp of solitude.
