Green grass on the road, accompanied by youth; The yellow sand is rolling in the distance, which is connected with maturity. We walk and give our lives for the altar in our hearts.
Even if you are hurt, don't let your face burst into tears. Wipe it clean. We will smile again in March.
Even if we get lost, we won't engrave sadness on our foreheads. The stars will eventually rise, and we will always know which side is north and which side is south.
We walked, day after day, listening to the news of rain conveyed by the wind and listening to the raindrops beating on the drum surface of the lake. The cables of those years will eventually become lightning that we throw into the air.
We walked, year after year, watching the silence of ice and snow reverberate in winter and melt the ice and snow between the lines of the earth in spring. The color of that season will eventually be spilled by us.
We make every day ordinary and extraordinary, and let flying thoughts gently hold violets in the breeze. Our eyes are very dark and bright, and the bright light in the morning and the afterglow of the sunset shine in our pupils. The footprints we have traveled will be weathered into a legend, a style and a motto.
Life is not simple, we go forward bravely.