They don't have time to get tired

None of the nests are comfortable

Facing the rising sun

With the breath of the moon

Can't afford to play with a child's temper

Can't afford to play high-end consoles

Live carefully every day

It is also said that it is unproductive

I see it in their hands

High-rise buildings rise from the ground

(The tall building looks very high, but there are very few in your hands)

The holiday that ordinary people look forward to

It should be their expectation

(Overtime can be completed efficiently, and those who are unwilling will give up)

They are industrious ants

Maybe they're me and you

You ask me: what makes them nostalgic for the shadow of the past

is still groveling under the grind of life

Oh, old man, that's a problem

There are many things to choose in this life

can fill the emptiness of reality with what is exchanged

I can't do it myself

There's nothing I can do

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