A

Youth rushes in my heart

Faith cried out in my heart

Life thus becomes uneasy

So there are too many expectations

And he began to deceive himself

I will be a hero

Boast that I will go beyond

I can hold the whole world up

Stop where you are

Can't guess anything

Only a self-soothing smile

Hide the expectation that you are getting haggard

The blooming of flowers

It's not a matter of a moment

The pine is upright

It's not a momentary growth

If a moment can work wonders

Maybe the sun can really come out of the west

The seeds of fantasy sprout vigorously

The splendid landscape is adorned with a hypocritical mind

The prideful post road bloomed with light laughter

Contrary to the footsteps of reality

Step by step, they are estranged-

That pure longing

Trap your true self in an awkward place

Youth without sweat

Faith without sweat

grew such a barren life of his own

B

Failed youth

Beliefs that have been let down

Overlap into your own skinny back

Stumbling and drifting outside the world

A melancholy mood

Lost and the desires of the past

A few struggles

Still never got rid of it

Trying to conquer the embarrassment of chance

Trying to conquer the poverty of the heart

Trying to conquer the ugliness of human nature

The helplessness of trying to conquer the mood

Too many goals to conquer

Ignoring yourself is just a speck of dust

Where the faith is stranded

Where is youth stranded

Gradually, I realized that I understood

Fantasy Harbor –

The shadow of the ship that will never be able to set off with a heavy load

Dullly pale

Ripples across the water

There is no record of it

A withering journey

The only thing that bears witness is -

Regret and incompleteness

C

When the spring thunder blows

My madness-

I was still woken up

Pack your simple bags

Awkward smile

Showing his own questioning-

What have I had

Is my youth still vibrant?

Whether my faith is still strong

Brilliant lying flowers

Freely open up the colors

Catering to the praise and love of passers-by

The lonely mind longs for the seed to multiply such a brightness

The desolation of decay

It shows a feeling of nothingness

All fantasies

All hypocrisy

All the stories that shouldn't be their own

In exchange for only cruel sorrow

D

Spring, summer, autumn and winter The four seasons are alternated

My life is growing silently

My mind was growing silently

Walk through the season of swaying spring flowers

Walk through the season of burning passion

Didn't I remove the glitz -

It will become lush

It will become lush

There will be a season of abundance

Missed seeding

Life is barren into an empty season

The thirst for harvest

Like a floating cloud—

Blown away by the wind, silence and flying away

Only in the new season is to re-cultivate

Crystal sweat

in order to moisturize a crystal harvest

And so—

Gradually, I felt at ease with my future years

Gradually, I was glad that I had awakened my dream

Learn to endure hardships along the way

Learn to be tolerant of yourself on your own

When I burned myself completely

Perhaps I saw the dawn of the dawn illuminating me

E

I began to remind myself to fight inertia

I began to remind myself to fight the disaster

I began to remind myself to contend with the self that had become unfamiliar

Write with your own true truth——

Go decorate your own sky

Ink with sweat

Dotted with bright stars

I know—

The story of his own life was once haggard

The story of his own life has withered

But I know better—

There is no end to the story of your own life

It needs to be populated with new content

To move yourself to the last laugh

F

Whether they themselves have been profound

Whether you have composed

- I don't know

I'm just rejecting my own superficiality

I'm just rejecting my own frivolity

I'm just-

Let yourself be no longer mediocre

Make your sketches brighter in earnest

Seriously make your image a little fuller