"On the Job"

Year after year, day after day

Confused and melancholy standing in front of the post

It doesn't matter if it's windy or rainy

There is always sorrow

Sometimes lamenting

Sometimes laughing wildly in the cover of the sound of cars

But they all keep their heads down

The heart goes from here to there

Deeply humiliated by this profession

And what can I do

The sorrow is over, and it will rise again

There used to be a whole bunch of beauties

But the job is lost

Tomorrow will definitely starve and scold

On the surface, I seem to be content with poverty

But subconsciously

Seeing peers in fashionable outfits

A limousine parked in front of the door to pick up and drop off the kids

Although I won't let him in

Riding a bicycle or a small electric car

Shuttle freely

The dormitory is on the way to the classroom

In the back sat the beloved girl

Accompany your teacher to ask for benefits

Groups walked on the way out of school

Lined up in a straight line

There are men and women

There are old and young

They talked freely about their ideals

I am indeed envious

But so what

I'm still me

Gang and I are connected

Never be born

But I still have to

Continue to endure pain and suffering

Until the unlicensed future

There are fish in my world that are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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