The ideal life is still far away. Life will not come again. You are aging. You fall asleep early on a winter night. But you see the black wound spreading. The wound twitching in the howling cold wind... You are disillusioned in a trance and awakening at dawn. You have passed many

The ideal life is still far away

Life will not come again You are aging

Going to sleep early in the winter night

But you see the black wound spreading

Wound twitching in the howling cold wind...

You are disillusioned in the trance

Wake up at dawn

You have passed many cold nights

But you are still spinning in the place

Dawn The night faded...

You no longer covet the bird of freedom outside the cage

Stay in mediocrity in the cage

What you yearn for may not necessarily reach

But love You must have

in different forms and fate is always changed quietly...

You start to pay attention to every moment that can make you happy

While it is still time

You just want to recognize yourself when you are still awake

In this dark and unclear world

ignorance and awake

You fall into bottomless sadness...

This city The sky becomes extremely dark and cold

There is no place that can warm your light

You must keep burning yourself

to warm yourself

I heard that you have to see me from a very far distance

to be for me Bringing a legend that is no longer lonely...

years old Renyin November 11th Funiushan people in Lucheng Boyizhai

Note: Borrowing pictures