Everyone is a boat in the ocean
We paddled hard
Hope to reach the other side of the ideal
Of course
There are also people who go with the flow
Lie on the deck and bask in the sun
Don't pay attention to where fate will drift
Lots of poor people
Sometimes hard work for a lifetime
Still spinning in place
Some drifted around
But in a small pond
Even in Mom's basin of water
She won't allow you to jump out of her basin
She's afraid you'll be in trouble
She's afraid of losing you
I lost my whole life
Too many too many unfortunate, poor people
Too much in wooden basins, in water tanks, in ponds
Spin and drift your own life
Effort and tears of heartache
Happy and helpless
yes
Put away your boat
Others have already set sail
Ride the wind and waves in the rapids
Imprisoned life
Scoop a scoop of water from a wooden basin
Also clear and transparent
