I guess I should be a dead flower
Otherwise, how can it not bloom?
I think I should be a child of the night
Otherwise, how can you be so afraid of the sun
I aspire to be a dragonfly flying alone
Walk freely through beautiful flowers
How I wish I were a firefly
There will be light every night
Not all sparrows will die in the winter
Not all people
They all lose their conscience in money
Is it only poor children?
In order to sing the most beautiful song
Is it not just wandering people
Only to understand the bitterness of life
