Like us, they were born into the light
Unfortunately fell into darkness
The vicissitudes of personnel affairs have broken their wings
Can't fly
Can't go either
I can only crawl forward with my body on the ground.
The blood was rubbed out and the cocoon was born
Day after day, year after year
Longing for the hand stretched out from the other side
Longing for the redemption that cannot be obtained
Who will save them? For the sake of being God's people