Chains on the road

It was the waves of life that pushed me onto the beach

It was the dawn of memory that helped me through it

It was the sunshine in the spring that gave me the courage to live

It is a bare field in late autumn

Take me to the winter of helplessness

The stars in the sky do not illuminate the night of life

Days without the sun

Forced to be stranded in the dark of night

Originally believed that fate had the fairness of struggle

But they did not receive the testimony of the heavens

The tears of the times do not know whether they have dried up or not

Try to find evidence of being alive

Always abandoned by relentless reality

Don't want to be in the harvest season

In the face of the scramble for interests

But it was howling by the wind of the western region

Rolling up and blowing on the peak of the furious clouds

Lack of emotional officialdom

There is no familiarity with the years of our lives

Greeting and intimidation meet seriously here

Busy times don't get the favor they deserve

On the repaired road, there are super close vehicles rushing to return

It's not just the tunnels in the middle of the mountain that are broken

The unimpeded half width also satisfies the eternal round trip

Being smashed is more of a belief in our youth

Wheezing on the G341's expressway shoulders

Years of destruction have also lost their original memories

The traffic in Silver City carried us long chains