Our crooked footprints are on the road.
But now
Maybe there are traces of our fall.
We walked forward with our heads held high.
on the road
The gravel crushed our knees.
The sudden storm threw our weak hearts to the bottom.
The beautiful scenery comforted me.
We are lost in this beautiful scenery.
Unreal beauty and cruel reality
The story keeps going on.
Survival, ideals, feelings?
The stars and the moon are dark tonight.
Maybe the sun is shining in the Ming Dynasty.
The warm arms of your parents may be opening for you.
But a real hero disdains cowardice to run away.