When cobwebs/mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes/sigh/poverty sadness
I am still stubbornly/covered with the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes:/Believe in the future.
When my purple grapes/turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers/snuggle in other people's feelings
I still stubbornly/with frosted vines.
Written in a desolate land:/Believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers/waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my palm/in the sea.
Twinkling dawn/that warm and beautiful pen.
Write with a child's pen:/Believe/Future
I believe in the future.
It's the eyes of the person I believe/will become.
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter/people care about our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It's tears and deep sympathy.
Or give/scorn a smile, bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Faith/indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in/overcome death
Believe in the future and love life.