Maybe I never expected anything
Maybe you just want to live, just live
Even if you are lingering on your last breath with resentment, grief and indignation, living helplessly
This is enough, nothing else is needed
A ridiculous life, a world soaked in blood
There is no charming ghost of Bana flower
Not as fresh and elegant as Zhu Hua
Even the instant fragrance of fallen leaves has not been possessed
Just a mayfly, living and dying
Just a cricket, I don't know the age
Just a speck of dust between heaven and earth
Just an abandoned baby left behind by the Creator
We are all children, children who will never grow up
We are so stubborn, so stubborn
Even if it hurts me all over
Even if I go to hell for this
We are pursuing,
Light a lamp when it's dark,
Hum a song when you are lonely,
When you are happy, your face is full of smiles,
Cry loudly when you are sad.
Maybe these are real lives
There is love, there is hate, there is jealousy, there is envy
There is laughter, there are tears, there is pursuit, there is giving up.