Whistleblower

Ideals and dreams were blown to the sky together,

Smell happiness but ignore the wind and waves.

Walking on two feet is always the same length,

Always try to hide the dirty footprints.

After whistling, what kind of face do you face?

I can't imagine.

Rest, may there be a heaven on earth.

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