The poem of flying dreams in golden childhood! ! ! ! ! Kneel down! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I like dim moonlight and dim lights.

Wearing strange military uniforms and singing strange military songs

Let the body permeate with fatigue.

Maybe all freshmen are accompanied by the sound of pain and struggle.

But I can't wait.

Waiting to start, waiting to fly.

On this starting line full of confusion and belief

What cannot be ignored must always be crossed.

Contradiction, Contrast and Reflection

In this era of cross-flow of personality and material desires.

But my heart will always love

Kindness, simplicity, naturalness and poetry

I am obsessed with my dreams.

But wandering in my choice and lonely journey.

Maybe all the mistakes are due to the temptation of some weak light.

Can't stop a heart from flying its dreams.

On this starting line full of confusion and belief

Let your dreams fly