I was like a boat
Fall to the bottom of the ocean
Do it, do it
A tragic nightmare
Can't wake up
You are like a waterfall
Falling from the sky
Stream, stream
Overflowing with raw colors and breaths
Sent peace and hope
I'm like a spaceship
It has been blocked
Sail, sail
In your splendid Milky Way
Never stop
Vines, vines
How beautiful you are
Even if the wind and frost snow and rain
Even if everything is silent
Still galloping
2002． 3． 1 Make
2002． 3． 3 Change
2002． 3． 25 Change again
![Mr. Zong Pu, a famous writer, returned to his hometown of Xincai[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)