Author: Huang Canran
Life is like this, swallowing silently in tears.
Come from the darkness, enter the white clouds,
From the roots but can't return to the soil,
Life is so full of resentment in time.
Life is like this, kill yourself in time.
Thinking in smoke, sleeping in thinking,
Deliberately scarred the soul-
Life is like this, looking for ashes in the fire.
That's it, with teeth and thorns,
Dig a lifetime problem with a tool;
Relieve troubles with memories, cut off retreat with the future,
Cover the shame in your eyes with spring leaves.
That's it, comparing fate to congestion,
Treat setbacks as diseases and pay off sad debts;
That's it, stuffy, in a daze, feverish,
Give a weeping sigh and brew a terminal illness in pain.
Life is like this, simulating joy in pain.
Make bricks, tiles, cows, horses,
With a dream of reunion banned by the system,
Life is like this, wandering in the promise.
Life is like this, licking the wound in the watch.
Be indifferent to others, be cruel to yourself,
Turn a blind eye to the world, despise flowers and plants,
Life is like this, refusing to reflect and repent.
That's it, surprise, and then calm down,
Get ready to move and get rid of it,
I suddenly remembered something, and I wanted to escape in frustration.
It's just that I'm sleepy, confused and stiff.
This is the road of construction, destruction and no peace.
Destroyed in excavation, killed in swallowing,
Forced to leave in mediocrity—
Life is like this, suffering from sadness in migration and drifting.
Life is like this. In love and being loved, you can't love as much as you like.
Recalling the warmth of my daughter one night, I twisted my brain again and again.
Think back to rice fields, wheat waves, moths, and how failed I am in my life.
Life is like this, you get sick in setbacks.
That's how people end their lives in tears.