There is a foreigner walking by the side road. He is a strange stranger with strain eyes. Sometimes, he would stroll around aimlessly. Every now and then, I would constantly wonder why he loves wandering about pointlessly. One day, I decided to ask my father and he said, "Son, that person has mental issues. He truly believed he is a true wanderer, wandering from one place to another." As always, I would watch the rambler, rambling without a purpose except the belief of him being a dutiful nomad.