After my father disappeared, I was stepped into the mud by everyone.
The construction site is my starting point, and my blood and sweat are my tuition.
Caught between the edge of the law and the dark night, I grabbed every straw and climbed up - not to become a hero, but just so that the people who laughed at me could only look up at me in the end.
From sand and gravel to gold and iron, betrayal is the norm along the way, and sincerity is the bet. When no one dares to despise my name, those who have missed me will understand:
Every step I take has already been marked with the price of the world.
Black and white rise and fall, beauties follow each other; the rivers and lakes are so vast, respect me as a god.
Too beautiful to bear