When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I want to hold the sun in my hand,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
I believe that people's eyes in the future-
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost customers, the pain of failure,
These are tears of emotion, deep sympathy,
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost roads, failures and successes,
We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.