2. Even if we are a candle, we should "cry the wick every night"; Even if we are just a game, we should shine once at the critical moment; Even if our bones rot after death, they will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness.
There is no eternal night on the earth, and there is no eternal winter in the world.
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...