The road you want to take ends with a bridge
People walk on the bridge, cars cross the bridge
The wind passes through me and hurts my eyes
But the hour hand skipped me
I watch the sun rise from the west
But I remember the west is on the left
I know I saw it wrong
So what's to the south?
I live in the middle,
I'm just like the middle one, mediocre
I'm looking forward to spring
Even if I live in the wilderness in the green pasture
The river I swam towards an isolated island
Traveling through the city no tags
The mountains I drifted through were filled with lonely souls and wild ghosts
Passing through villages and wading through quagmire
I heard people say that's not a river
How can there be a city in the river?
But volcanic ash can drown civilization
And dust and living things coexist
They hung red flags on the eaves
I can see that I am confused and confused
But they said you can't do it, you can't do it
It's almost dusk when you say you're old
I dreamed about fireworks lighting up at night
I dreamed that it was just early morning
With his back to the sky, the blue Buddha was born,
He said, he said silently
I live in desolation,
I'm looking forward to spring
Intention: There will always be a wave of idealists who keep hitting the wall in order to reach their dreams. Even in the deep whirlpool, they will support each other and persevere. Now that we have decided to form a band together, we must overcome all hardships and continue on.
