There are clouds in the sky, and there are bags in front of us. Another road to the sun is endless.
Green grass on the road, accompanied by youth;
The yellow sand is rolling in the distance, which is connected with maturity.
We walked and gave our lives to the altar in our hearts.
Even if you are hurt, don't let tears cover your face.
Dry your tears and we will smile again in March.
Even if I get lost, I don't engrave sadness on my forehead.
The stars will always rise, and we will always know which side is north and which side is south.
We walked day after day and listened to the news of rain brought by the wind.
Listening to the rain beating on the drum surface of the lake, the cable of the years,
It will eventually become lightning that we throw into the air.
We walked, year after year, watching the silence of ice and snow reverberate in winter and spring.
Watching spring melt the ice and snow on the earth's surface,
The colors of that season will eventually be splashed into colorful pictures by us.
We make every day ordinary and extraordinary,
Let flying thoughts gently hold violets in the breeze.
Our eyes are very dark and bright, and the changes in the pupils flash the charming flames of morning light and sunset glow.
The footprints we have traveled will be weathered into a legend, a style and a motto.
Life is not simple, we go forward bravely.