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Version 1: I don't believe it.
North Island
I don't believe the sky is blue.
I don't believe the thunder didn't respond.
I don't believe that dreams are false.
I don't believe in death without retribution
I don't want to comfort you.
Write a lie about spring on the trembling maple leaf.
Sunbirds from the tropics didn't fall on our trees.
And the forest fire behind is just a dusty dusk.
But I believe your eyes.
But I believe there are tears in my eyes.
I will always trust your advice.
I will always believe this night.
Even if tomorrow morning the muzzle and the bloody sun
Let me hand over my free youth and my pen.
I will never hand over this night, and I will never hand over you.
Let the wall cover my lips.
Let iron bars divide my sky
As long as the heart beats, there is a tide of blood.
Your smile will rise every night.
Wake up memories in my little window.
Version 2:
I don't believe it.
North Island
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.