"When the 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 frosted vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future! "