Food easy to eat with your fingers
When 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 grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,/when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings,/I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with withered vines: Believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I will support the sea of the sun with my hands,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future,
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost setbacks, the pain of failure,
These are tears of emotion, deep sympathy,
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost directions, failures and successes,
Will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Believe that youth can conquer everything,
Believe in the fighting spirit of never giving up,
Believe in the future and life.