Invisible wings

I often stare at the sky, although the sky is endlessly far away except for the clouds, far away from the mountains and rivers that I can't see...

I often get lost, standing at the crossroads of life, not knowing where to go...

The times changed too quickly, but I was always immersed in the water town of dreams. My friends always laughed at me for being filled with too many illusory fantasies.

I've long been accustomed to irony. But sometimes I still can't help but sigh: Why is there a vast sea of people and no confidant around?

The place where there is a crowd is the jianghu, and I used to be scaled all over the jianghu.

He has been plotted against and wronged.

Being snubbed and desolate with nowhere to say.

Lessons become experiences that will always be engraved on the heart.

So I learned how to guard and disguise.

Now I don't want to say how kind I am,

Goodness is the object of bullying by the wicked.

Being bullied helps the evil spirit to be arrogant,

Isn't this abetting abuse to make the world more absurd?

I also don't want to pinpoint to Anyone,

It has always been my dream to live my life in a plain and unassuming way.

It's just a pity that life is like a drama, and the ancient style is simple and simple only tasted in dreams.

People whose hearts are as beautiful as snakes and scorpions look like flowers, and they look like dogs in public.

It seems that the loyal person has a dirty heart, and the skill of killing people with a knife is his strong point.

Treacherous villains appear in masks, and those who can't be randomly turned into scapegoats...

There have also been heroes and good men who have passed through my world, and they are bright and proud. For people, the liver and righteousness are not weak and weak, so I wish good people a good dream and a peaceful and auspicious life!

Nowadays, when I see the world is hot and cold, I miss the moon in my hometown the most.

My favorite song is (Invisible Wings). It's just that I haven't been able to fly freely like a bird.

When I am in pain, I pour out my heart to the poem. When you are tired of wandering, take it out to be lonely and self-congratulatory.

This may motivate me to work hard.

If I can go back to the qi of the past, does this count as my invisible wings?

In the dead of night, I stare at the sky, though the stars ignore my affection.

Over and over again I chanted:

Invisible wings, let the dream long longer than the sky. Leave a wish for yourself to think...