The life of the perception of the death of Pi Lai face of the living ~
Yu Xiuhua lives in the mud and writes poems in the clouds with slight adaptations
I'm just dead set on living
Living to the point where my parents need my support
Live until the child comes home with the other half
Life is worthless Love is useless
Marriage has no medicine to save The body is difficult to heal
In a thousand damn fates
I die and seize a chance to live
That is for the sake of children growing up
In this only chance
I pretended to be happy and held strong
I sang loudly and passionately
I exaggerated the crappy dance steps...