Facing the rainy day outside the window, I am still alone.
In the face of ordinary life,
To be a colorful Chinese dream has no end.
You said that not every seed will sprout honeysuckle.
You said that not every mountain peak tells a myth.
You said, not every dream is endless.
Yes!
Maybe we have positioned ourselves in the cycle of years and footprints,
Perhaps it has experienced a turbulent time, and it is a familiar but calm face.
But the beauty of youth, how to hide a heart with dreams.
Look, there is a neem tree in front of the door.
It only blooms and bears fruit in this season,
Straight and complicated, not affected at all.
Grow up with distinct personality.
People like me who have a Chinese dream are making unremitting efforts.
Let me tell you something,
Youth flies, dreams fly,
Why do we always talk about confusion?
To see the unknown and mysterious tomorrow,
That full of sweat is also silent sweetness.
Let the tears be silent, let the fatigue be aside,
Let our youth dance,
Draw beautiful circles over and over again.
Youth is probably like this,
When you have it, it is infinitely beautiful.
At that time, I would never imagine that I was old.
All I know is that when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be safe and beautiful.
Waiting for yourself is still a beautiful morning and an infinite future.
And the youthful dream in my heart, the Chinese dream.