Lyrics: Composed by Wang Feng Wang Feng.
Singing: Wang Feng
When the ashes sealed the frosted eaves
When chrysanthemum grass turns into dew in late autumn
I made a bag out of stubborn dead vines.
Went to the land full of thorns
When the earth is covered with weeping leaves
When azaleas turn into distant mist
Bless me, my dearest relative.
That's my farewell to you.
Maybe the lost melancholy will interrupt my steps.
But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.
Although the trauma of setbacks makes me unable to move.
But I firmly believe that the light is far away.
I made waves with my wings that day.
I hold up the red sun with my body.
In this biting cold wind.
You will hear my praise for the future.
Maybe the lost melancholy will interrupt my steps.
But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.
Although the pain of failure has made me black and blue.
But I firmly believe that the light is far away.
Although the chaos of the journey will break my arm
But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.
Although the trauma of setbacks has made me unable to move.
But I firmly believe that the light is far away.
But I firmly believe that the light is far away.