Like the rest of these mournful lyrics, I really want to find a harbor. It's been a long time since I felt like a leaf floating in the air. Suddenly, I want to find a stop for my heart; I also want to find a harbor where I can anchor. I'm truly tired, a weariness I didn't know before, how they spent their drifting lives, whether they had been young, like floating, and now old, like a harbor that can stay. However, after floating for years, there's no safe haven to let me stay. Can I continue my wandering?
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