Some thoughts can fly far away

Some ideas can only be cherished

Some secrets can be shared with others

There are some secrets that you can only keep by heart

Can I put on a pair of wings for myself

Bring all the secrets

Bring all the thoughts

Learn to forgive all mistakes

Learn to soothe all the heartache

Let me be in the sky beyond the eyes of others-

Fly light

Actually, I'm just wishing for Jiuyun's little heart-

Look in the direction you came and go

Who has walked in the place

Shade for me

Shelter from the sun

Who will be ahead?

Gently polish the dawn for me

Who was grieved by my mistakes?

And who opened the forgiving chest for me

I know—

I'm just a passing passerby who walks through the world

Walking on the road where the scenery changes in a hurry

I just want to know what I have come from to remember

I just want to know what lies ahead of me and what is worth stopping and appreciating

I just want to understand why I keep walking so helplessly

I just want to understand how to always have inexhaustible strength

If, I have been walking in a hurry

Neglecting the care of others

Ignoring their own hopes

Whether or not you have greedy desires

Disdain to put the serious collection that has been obtained

He then stared at other places

I didn't know that it would end up with a monkey breaking corn

That's all—

Walk your way with nothing

Walking on their own path with nothing

The mood is getting heavier and heavier

The more you go, the more weight you have

Panting exhaustion

The bright eyes of the future tense are also panting in confusion

The thoughts of the future tense are also panting in panic

Look at your own face

I have become no longer dignified

I can no longer see the high spirits and high spirits

The figure of the rickety staggered obscenely

Don't dare to step forward

I am afraid that if I step forward, I will be buried

I'm afraid that if I step forward, I will wander alone

I'm afraid I'll forget where I came from

I am afraid that if I move forward, I will forget that I am still alive in this world

Is it that I have become weak-minded?

Maybe it's because I've gone through too many vicissitudes

Maybe I don't know what absurdity is

only to make my mood sink more and more

only to let his heart gradually lose its strength

I can't take off on my own

Flying has only become an unattainable dream

I can't look down on my own footsteps

You can't see your own direction

I can only stay in my current position and keep wandering

Standing in the current position, he kept wandering

Just because of the wounded desire has not died

The wish does not die

I was quietly watching my own wound that slowly stopped bleeding

Wait for the wound to heal and scab over

Shedding memories don't slowly forget the pain

Forgetting the pain is not about repeating the mistakes of the past

Just to stop wandering blindly

Bleaching, always bleaching color

Swing, always make a sound

When people are alive, should they return the gaze they have received along the way?

Reward all the love

Respond to all disdainful slander

In this way, can you open your chest?

People always want things to be done in a flash

but neglected his meager strength

My own sorrow -

It is to imagine yourself as a fairy radiating light

Time can be controlled

Can dominate death

You can surrender everything you encounter to the palm of your hand

This kind of self-indulgence

Let yourself gradually become haggard and depressed

The steps of defeat and retreat tell yourself -

The power of the unrestrained chicken in your own hands

The legend of Yugong moving mountains seems to remind of something

There is no such thing as a one-time success

The splendor of speculation never shines forever

I was not optimistic about the brilliance of opportunism

But the footsteps are in the direction that they were disgusted as before

When he couldn't steal chickens, he lost his dry food to satisfy his hunger

Pray that God's mercy will give some gifts

Allow yourself to have a little bit of the glory of hypocrisy

God's disdainful mockery

The law of fairness is still proclaimed

A bite of food will never make you fat and wide

The hunger and confusion of the mood make me feel -

Weak and far from the sunshine of the heart

Man, who is often so sad that he completely forgets his true self

Swaggering and squandering the frivolity of the stubby

The empty eyes can't see through half of their own catty

Actually, I am the same as others

If you miss three meals a day, you will be hungry and panicked

Birth, old age, sickness and death are also accompanied by their own paths

If it weren't for such frivolous recklessness

If you can stop and take a hard look at yourself

Perhaps, it must be a different story

Man, there is no permanent pain, and there is no permanent injury

Just learn to keep selectively

Just learn to forget selectively

Keep all the episodes that move you

They can give themselves the strength to set sail again

Forget the hatred and slander that haunts you

This allows you to travel lightly and be in high spirits

In fact, I have failed all the way -

Just because there is no reservation for the reservation

What should be forgotten has not been forgotten

Mix them together and collect them as history

In this way, he gradually lost his proper position

History could only be used as a reference

But I used it as a suite

Glorious or ugly

Such a burden can only gradually weaken one's courage and strength

I don't have the courage to move forward

There is no power to move forward

I can only stand in my current position and hesitate in frustration

Who is choreographing and directing such a tragedy

Such a tragedy is appreciated by whom

Torture yourself so that you can hear the sound of the response

Others are also in a hurry to drive away on the road

No one stopped to stare at their own dance arena

It's bland, it's moving, it's sad

These are quickly forgotten by the glances of others

Because they are to focus on their own course

You can only taste your own performance

The end of the performance can only be borne by yourself

The hypocrisy of human nature only wants others to see that they are shining

The dark psyche is deeply hidden

The insincere confession shows the goodness of human nature

Behind the scenes, he deduces his true thoughts

Tell the secret that is not a secret like a goddess scattering flowers

The real secret is hidden behind the wall

In fact, everyone has no unsightly thoughts

In fact, everyone has no secrets to hide

Every you, me, and him in the world is the same

They are all interpreting the overlapping time of the four seasons

Everyone's thoughts can be understood by others

Everyone's secrets happen to someone else

It's just that the minds of the masses are in the extension of the years—

A standard was formed

Beyond that standard becomes absurd

So, some thoughts can only form thoughts

It must not be given the strength to act

Such thoughts once formed into action

Qianfu refers to someone who will scold his mother loudly

In the tragedy of betrayal and separation, the sunshine of life is lost

The same is true of life's secrets

It's just that there are some secrets that can't be seen by the public

Hiding in a corner and acting out ugly thoughts

Once such a secret is revealed

What will happen to you?

The secrets of life can be shared with others

Love and hatred, warm in winter and cool in summer

Everybody's feeling is the same

It's just that the depth of the feeling is not the same

It's just that the way it is handled will not be the same

Share such secrets with others

Share a hidden joy or sorrow

Perhaps, you will definitely let yourself feel relieved and glow

I can't remember what kind of mind I have

I can't remember what kind of secrets I have

Looking back on the journey we have taken

I'm already in tears—

It's not that I'm moved by myself

It's not about being influenced by yourself

It is I who has unconsciously buried myself slowly

The cemetery of youth is full of desolate heartache

Whether the tragedy can make you reflect

Whether sorrow can give oneself the strength to be resurrected

That's it –

I was constantly wandering where I am

Maybe I'm gathering strength

Maybe I'm wiping my eyes

Maybe I'm fitting wings to myself

Maybe I'm waiting for the right time—

Flap your wings and fly again

Perhaps I have been relieved of my burden

Maybe I'm out of secrets and thoughts

Fly high –

Just for the blue of the sky

Just for the vastness of the sky