I am a young eagle,
I have never been able to open my eyes;
I am a young eagle,
Only open your little yellow mouth desperately;
I am a young eagle,
The wings have not yet grown plump feathers;
I am a young eagle,
I can only pat that delicate arm.
But,
I am an eagle,
With all the sounds you hear:
I want to open my eyes,
I want to fly with all my wings,
I want to have that vast sky.
I'm yelling,
Set lofty goals;
I am a descendant of the eagle,
I want to hit the sky!
I am the soul imprisoned by the ancient oriental countries,
Longing for passion, longing for flame, longing for the turbulent sea,
Release my feudal shackles and my numb soul,
Give me a pair of wings, let me fly in the air of free thought,
Don't blindfold me, let the dark sky wrap my body!
I am an owl flying head-on.
I will make a deafening regret in the dark!
I don't like poems that are subtle, sad and inexplicable.
I am a male owl flying in nature.
When the sun shines, I may be silent and smile to sleep.
The night won't make me moan helplessly,
Even if my voice is hoarse, I will shout out the voice of my world.
Call my sleeping passion to be swallowed up by melancholy!
The quiet mountain forest in the field is my eternal habitat.
I will also wait on the roof of the construction site.
I'm tired of unnecessary noise and endless quarrels in the city.
I hate talking about Kan Kan, where the stars are flying in vain.
I don't like those disputes that are provoked for a little profit.
I despise outstanding singers who only know gorgeous language.
I despise those frivolous and mediocre aristocratic children,
I despise those who can't stand the wind and rain,
I don't care about an empty shell wandering around without a soul!
I am an owl singing in the dark.
I will always sing the undisguised truth and the naive smile.
I also want to sing to my heart's content the unsung heroes who fought against the rough fate!
I am a white-haired owl in my youth.
I have a pair of colorful wings that can listen to music.
I want to bid farewell to the tranquility and loneliness from the coast of the East China Sea and fly to the west.
My gentle feathers no longer embrace the sweetness of your air,
I want to fly in the arms of mountains and plains forever,
Touch every piece of land in my field of vision with my eyes,
One day I may climb to the top of the Himalayas,
Roar at the darkness of the sky, my hero elegy!
My ethereal soul is no longer a snowflake dancing on a winter night.
There is a belief in an empty heart, which illuminates the east of the world like a fire.
I want to fly, I want to fly, I want to fly to the highest peak of mankind!
Then I will fly to the embrace of the sea, and my hometown will disappear with the waves.
I need a clean handkerchief to polish my blurred vision during the day.
Let me see every passerby clearly and make friends with them.
Please don't refuse my betrayal and stubbornness.
Don't strangle my young ignorance with cold eyes,
My naked chest is jumping with boiling blood,
The blood dripping from your shoulder may flow on your land!
I used to be a passer-by wandering in the injured evening.
But I don't need your pitying eyes and comforting words,
I only long for you to give me a vast and free sky,
Let me fly to the blue sky freely and run to my future happily!
My injured wings will leave red blood behind me,
This is my vow of youth without regret!
The last sentence can be deleted if it has nothing to do with youth.
We are growing up (lyrics, I think it fits)
We are growing up and never need to know.
Talking about something will only make me stronger.
We are growing up and never need to know.
Clap together and live more beautifully than others.
Talking about something will only make me stronger.
The sun shines on the church, and the walls are covered with morning glory.
There is a little mantis on it, facing the wind.
Practice flying again and again,
There are ponds here and flowers here.
There are fertile soil and mantis that just want to fly.
It fell and got hurt, but it never intended to surrender.
Adhere to the ideal
Like (always), can't lie,
I can't guess, let alone be afraid,
Only in this way can we have a pair of strong,
Wings that can take you anywhere.
Little mantis, like a sapling, needs air and sunshine.
Can thrive year after year,
On the green land, saplings grow,
We can't let the future lack this master.
We're growing up, never knowing,
Clap together and live more beautifully than others;
If you have something to say, it will only make me stronger.
Other people's affairs are not as bright as yours;
We're growing up, never knowing,
Sing together, there will be hope if there is love;
Teenagers' faces should not be a little sunken,
On a stormy night, love makes people strong.
We're growing up, never knowing,
Clap together and live more beautifully than others;
If you have something to say, it will only make me stronger.
Other people's affairs are not as bright as yours;
We're growing up, never knowing,
Sing together, there will be hope if there is love;
Teenagers' faces should not be a little sunken,
On a stormy night, love makes people strong.