I'm afraid of your scalpel.
Will cut off
My fragile feelings
Dare not say fate to you
There are many roads in the world.
Coming towards you
Is to walk towards a solemn and stirring exhibition hall.
But I'll call you again.
doctor
Fate's fault
It must be corrected on your operating table
anesthetic
Comfort my nerves.
Dream back to the stage
You are the conductor of the white band.
Beautiful melody
Hold you high
I became a big fan of yours.
Indulge in your superb skills.
Stop pronouncing and rhyming
My elongated memory
It's full
Your sweat is dripping.
You finished your exercise.
Ended my pain.
White sickbed
Reflects the desire for rebirth.
I have already left.
The dribs and drabs of those years
Leave it to you without asking for anything in return.
Saving lives, breaking through obstacles and going through hardships.
If you are determined to be a doctor, you will never regret it.
I will be strong again, and I will be with people again.