Who accepts the apology for inaction?
Who knows the hidden secret?
Who indulges himself again?
Who will remove the traces?
When the footsteps are approaching,
When giving up and the sword rise together,
Goodwill from the outside world,
Clear, wake up from the dream.
Suspend public opinion and then wake up,
Can't see clearly, don't want to hear,
Is someone whispering something under their breath?
Bondage fear dresses calmness,
Once again, broken heart,
Is there still no one interested?
Not just a crisis of confidence,
No groveling,
Just bloody play.
It's the sharp blade that attacks first,
It is determined to imprison a wild heart.
The wind erodes the goshawk on the sea,
The water overflows the thin water near the shore,
Listen,
The island beyond the mountain,
No one else's voice.
Purpose: The truth may not come from other people's mouths