A

The post road is coming

Twists and turns

Feelings about life

It endures in my heart

Maybe too superficial

Maybe it's too thin

But I still can't deny it

This is the truest record of his own life

Even if it's only regrets

Even if it's just blank

I can't even say it

This is the reality of my life

No one else needs to know it very well

The beauty of the moments of the years

I was moved suddenly

Behind it,

How much passion and love has been given

Touched to not be able to collect

Beauty has quietly withered

The story of life

and began to stage a sad plot

In the confusion

I kept it

Anticipation for a happy ending to the story

Maybe the story is too bland

Maybe the plot is too twisty

The way of life

I'm really unpredictable

Only that sincere touch told me-

Everything will have a chance to start all over again

Retain a heroic feeling

In the mood of singing

Smile to love

Love yourself

Love life

Love the whole world

I believe that I will play again

Believe that your life will open up again

I don't throw in the towel

I don't admit defeat

At the low point of life

I look up to myself at the top

I don't care how sorrow begins

It doesn't matter how it ends

The embarrassment of crossing life

I leave everything out of my mind

I don't know—

Designing for the future

What will make life exist

I aspire to be brilliant again

I refuse to be obscure again

Although there will be a thousand more reasons

I can't explain it to myself

Find yourself a new beginning

With cool footsteps

Get out of regrets

Go wonderful

B

The scale of youth is too barren

The form of life is too prosaic

There is only a conception of life

Still in the depths of the heart

Faintly shocked

In the greatest despair

We've seen that—

The smallest hope is burning

With the power of spark

In fact, it burned into a prairie fire

The scale of youth is strong in the burning

The conception of life is burning

Forged into a mountain of steel

Towering in the vast wilderness of life

Hence the faith in life

Stand up again with tenacity

Stand up to a stubborn and upright sound

C

I'm glad I have life

I was touched by the twists and turns in my life

I'm proud of everything in my life

Glory also for everything in life

Maybe it's my life form that is beyond the world

I always thought I was different

Far from being pretentious

It's not your own hypocrisy

I'm in another form

Wake up your feelings slowly

I'm in another form

Save your own yesterday

It's a history of its own

It's your own truth

It can be regarded as a frank confession of his past

D

I do not know

In the course of the years-

Will your life rust again?

Isn't it that I'll have a pair of armor for self-defense?

Ethics for life

Always patrolling -

Later on the road

It can be extended into a brilliant trajectory

Invasion of fate

Corroded my season

Even if the bright days are eroded and rusted

I'm still in season like this

With your own ideas

Accompany my fragile bag

Life is so delicate

It's so tenacious

Delicate and sometimes fragile

Tenacious and sometimes full of strength

My life is like a lonely boat drifting in the wind and waves

Pain in the tentacles

It will make me think deeply -

Who is my helmsman

Who's going to paddle for me

What unfolds in front of me is still a distant direction

As far as it goes

Only with their own lives

- Take your time

E

I don't dare to ask myself -

Whether or not life was betrayed

Even the lowest sounds

Even in a no-man's corner

Betraying fate is a feat

What an act of betraying life

Does human sorrow begin with a betrayal of life?

The vanity of human nature is not coalesced by betrayal of life

I can't think of anything that time can do for me

The flow of life cannot be measured

It seems that life itself is just an arrangement

Long and short have long been determined

on this part of the process

And how do I follow my own trajectory?

Written as a legend for the world to read

If life itself can be flaunted

Such a show-off

What kind of capital do I have to make others look at?

If my life rusts again

I don't know what kind of state of mind I'm going to be

F

I didn't have the experience to carry sorrow

I don't have the energy to count my pain

If my life

In the end, it was a blank slate

I'll still—

for your own input

Deeply moved

G

If life can be reincarnated

If the time can be repeated

I don't know—

In the same season

Whether you will suffer a mistake in your life because of this

Become more deliberate

Maybe I still will—

Forget the pain of the past

H

Someone once told me—

There should be something to be proud of in life

Life deserves to flourish

When I took care to make this a reality

I've seen the distance I've walked without inviting myself

Maybe life

It is between forgetting and remembering that you develop

It is between development and withering that there is pride and prosperity

My life

There is nothing to remember

There is nothing to forget either

The story of my life

There is nothing to develop in the plot

There is no plot worth withering

I'm going to be in a very bland rendition

Reward yourself now and in the future

Hold on to it with all your heart

If nothing is not proud, it is a pity

If nothing is not prosperous, it is mediocrity

I would like to broadcast my life as a mortal star

Decorate the deep night sky

Let yourself faintly shine

To embellish those shining superstars

I would like to grow my life into a small grass

Go decorate the endless barren hills

Put a touch of greenery

Demonstrate into a little bit of scenery

I

I can't promise anything to myself

I have no prophecy to myself

Just let your own years

With the interpretation of vicissitudes

Slowly lose its shine and freshness

It's like a shooting star streaked across the night sky

In the moment when the night sky is lit up

All beautiful dreams have begun to fall

J

Perhaps life itself burns lonely

Perhaps life is a simple process

Expectations for life are too high

It will be burdensome and the life process will become heavy

Life's visit to this world

It became a faint heartache

The burning of life

It's not about showmanship

It's about burning heat

The process of life

No mention is required

Each life has its own continuation

Since it's just a visit to this world

Let's just make this visit

Light the warm lights and candles of the post road

Illuminate the steps of life

Walk from one station to another

From one move to another

K

Although I am not rich enough in anything

Although my life was once very badly injured

Although my life remained silent

But my love for life—

Still churning violently

Even though I have nothing to be proud of

Even though I have nothing to do

Even though my life is as plain as water

In order to have such a life

I'm still serious about reinventing myself