Female 1: When cobwebs mercilessly seal my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
M 1: I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.
Woman 2: When my purple grapes become dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
Man 2: I still stubbornly wrote on the desolate land with frosted vines: Believe in the future.
Female 1: I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
Woman 2: I want to hold the sea of the sun with my palm.
M 1: That warm and beautiful pen that is flickering with the dawn,
Man 2: Write with a child's pen: Believe in the future.
Man 2: I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the eyes of future people-she has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years.
Male 1: Whether people send moving tears and deep sympathy, or give contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule to our rotting bodies, those sorrows and pains of failure.
Woman 2: I firmly believe that people will give our spine a warm, objective and fair evaluation. Our spine has been explored, lost, failed and succeeded countless times.
Female 1: Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Male 1: friends, believe in the future.
Female 1: I believe in perseverance.
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Man 2: Believe in the future and love life.
Believe in the future and love life.