Thousands of rivers and lakes,
Billions of grains of sand,
A real grain,
Ordinary.
The same solid matter, the same lightness,
The same 'flowing with the water,'
The same rippling with the waves.
This grain of sand on the bottom of the sea,
is not unconvinced,
agrees with all the grains of sand,
understands that the sky is high and blue The earth is deep and thick,
He also knows how to be safe and self-reliant,
He is dedicated to integrating into the brothers around him.
That day was turbulent,
A pile of silt began to accumulate,
With this grain on it,
I couldn’t bear to be angry. Qi,
I can’t help but be in this triangle of mud,
This pyramid-like mud,
No, no, no,
Maybe it's more like baseball bat-like mud,
Because there are no levels,
there is more than one prominent place.
Struggling with all my strength,
Fighting hard and refusing to give up,
Looking for a point as the final destination,
Returning to the bottom of the sea. grains of sand.