The pride of life I am very small this I know in the crowded crowd I can not win a water weed this I have long known but I can not draw the ground for the prison self-hatred self-abandonment trapped prisoner bird despair to let go

The pride of life

I'm small

I know that

In the crowded crowds

I can't beat a water weed

I already knew that

But I can't draw a prison for that

Repent and redress one's errors

Ambition

Trapped Heart bird

In despair, let the tears freeze the feathers of the ideal

If there is no way to fly

Then run hard

Borrow the loneliness of the night

Burn the darkness in exploration

The light of the fire is also the pride of life