The road of life is very narrow
as narrow as
You really want to go back and pick up the precious things you left behind
But because of the vulgar reality...
Can't turn around
The people and things I once cared about are gone
The remaining sadness
All are already rotten under the thick dust
Then it disappeared into ashes...
A place that can make you happy
Is it heaven?
Let us firmly believe
We can be happy, we can be happy
Okay?