- The Third Son
It's a trick of fate
Or the desire is too much like a dream
Thousands of mountains and rivers are not afraid
But he still bears the ridicule of the world
There are many kinds of styles
Where the sin comes from is deep
Where the relief comes from is hopeless
Where the dark cage comes from
Stand on a high hill
Knocking on the battered washbasin made a piercing sound
Tell the people of this world
Just want to say one word
Less stereotypes
Be more tolerant
In fact, we are not different from each other...
