Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine,
Unable to grasp the future of one's own destiny,
Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain,
Still whispering repeatedly: love life.
Maybe after a fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription.
It will still be engraved: love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: take life as the balance,
I want to measure the value of a person's life,
I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.
Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.
That weedy winding path,
Through this winding path,
I just realized that life is so hard.
I came barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.
Plus the thorns in the way,
Let me leave blood behind every step.
I walk barefoot like a beggar,
Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,
As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,
This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.
But I have a personality that challenges fate.
Although frustrated many times, it will never be taken lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.