One

In the tunnel of years

The view of my watchman galloping by

The question of youth

I can't let go

I don't know—

Will he go to the next level?

I don't know if there's an end in sight

The post road misses the spring boom

Missed the feeling of summer

Can you walk into the autumn harvest with

Snow in winter

I always want to design a Qingxin feeling for myself

With an unfailing touch

Sang all the years of his own

Repeating scenery

Boom and bust

Answer regularly for the four seasons

Only let the geese in the sky go south and come north

For the watchfulness of the four seasons

Let the heart feel

With the four seasons of prosperity and decay

Iterative changes

I know—

At the beginning of life

I've designed myself a long voyage

Carrying a burden that cannot be shirked

Go through the river of years

I don't know—

Youth is not a pier

You can dock at the time of arrival

You can start again

But I'm on my own voyage—

In a crazy way

Hit yourself on the head and bleed

Two

What a pride in the secret words of my youth

There is no glory either

Such an account

Annotating the content that I can't help myself

The original idea of youth

It still hurts in the bottom of my heart

Although it was a catastrophe

Even though I was badly injured in this catastrophe

But I didn't give up on my youth

I didn't give up on my life

Only the persistent interpretation

Wind chimes that form years in dreams

Shake the tired night

Shake the dawn vigorously

Shake into memory

Shake into departure

Shake into a journey that is no longer lonely

Three

If one day life asks me questions

I don't know if I can proudly answer -

I didn't give my youth to boredom

I didn't bury my youth quietly

I did not banish my youth in the cold zone

I'm grooming youth with passion

I'm giving the love of my youth with passion

The question of life

Roaring throughout my journey

In the morning when the morning dawn is in full bloom

At noon when the sun is blazing

In the evening when the afterglow is soaked

In the middle of the night when the stars are shining

In every hot dream I have

In the spring

In the summer

In the autumn

In winter

In every corner of the years

Because of the question of life

I managed to-

Let the depressed become a war horse galloping on the field

Let faith become a nervous and powerful steel whip

I reined in my horse and rushed fearlessly from side to side

If that's the answer to life's questions

I'm really scared of being hurt

If life only cares about triumph

I can whip a horse and die a man

If the question doesn't count as selfish

Such a triumph, what did I get?

I can not care about the end of my life

But we will not ignore the touching and singing of the post road

In the morning, I will bloom with the morning light

At noon, I will burn with the scorching sun

In the evening, I will accompany the sunset to dye the earth

Late at night I will let the starlight illuminate the dream

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter I will extend with the seasons

Push your designs to brilliance

In every corner of the years

I will be moved by the watchman himself

It shines brightly

And so—

I saw the truth of my life

I heard the echo of my own life

Four

For the association of life

I am as extravagant as a gully that I am not satisfied with

I want to possess Qingxin

I want to possess eternity

I want to possess everything that makes life proud

Greatness and smallness are only relative judgments

But I believe in absolute vastness, depth and vastness

I'm never going to be reserved again, I'm never going to be hesitant anymore

Be cautious of mood swings

It's just a thin wave

Truly surging

Hidden in my connotation and strength to fight the wind and rain

Tsunami-like momentum

Show me the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers

I am not a saint

I'm not a philosopher

I know the bitterness

I know bitterness

The footsteps of the post road

I have already experienced everything

I will cheer

I would sigh

I will judge all my feelings

Whether you can smile at life

I will always be in the mood before the exam

Be cautious in the face of every test

Even if I'm tired

Even if I'll be emaciated

I'm still trying to find opportunities

Encourage yourself

Cast his tenacious image at the intersection of wind and rain

A closer look at life

A commitment to life

Be my immortal watchman of life

Five

Cowardice is just a plot in my life

It can't drag down my stronger life story to re-enact

A strong heartbeat

The majestic momentum of the accompanist story

Everywhere my mind goes

Everywhere my years go

Create a life vow that will always be happy

I don't know what life is

I don't know how life stretches regularly

Maybe I'm too stubborn

Maybe I've learned to be unyielding

For life once cowardly performance

I have a pair of cold eyes that are silent and rational

Denial and contemplation

It made me understand the difficulties of trekking through life

Negotiate with obstacles

I began to practice the "big stick" and the iron fist

Or others believe that I am a reckless man

In fact, there are many stories in life

It's that simple to deal with

Six

Luck and chance are two completely different concepts

The weakness of luck comes from the ugliness of the heart

Can't stand the relentless spread of the years

No one can be lucky forever

It is destined that luck will never become the climate

Opportunity is coming

It takes vision and strength

Seize the opportunity –

can play the triumph of life

At one point, I failed to be lucky

I was also proud of the challenge at one time

When luck makes me burn out

I burst into tears of grief

When I was back in action

Hear the triumphant applause ahead

I'm sure I'm going to be in tears, too

The distance of sorrow and pride

It turned out to be so close

It's so far away again

Seven

Pattern of silence and boiling

Show all of this life experiment

If you seek truth in silence

If it is boiling, it is light

The weight of life

It has a rich connotation

If only it was silence

Life has become a stagnant pool

Cloudy color

I can't reflect the hurried wind and dust

Boiling heat

Fiercely baking the fission of life

Reactions about the ugliness of life

will be harshly precipitated

Eight

It feels like it's just a misunderstanding

Sensibility is also quite superficial

If you can recognize the steps of reason

Trek through the cold night of fate

Trek through the mistakes of life

Every corner of life

will reverberate-

Loud and wonderful applause

If you feel like you can make a beautiful barracks

What it's like to live in a barracks

Whether it will be often very badly injured

Nine

I can't tell you the details of life

Always with a forward-looking mood

An extension of the life of the watchman

Watch over the wounds of fate

Always drunk to see the flowers and drunk moved

Sing softly for your own way