When the spider web mercilessly sealed up my stove

When the remaining smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew

When my flowers nestle in the feelings of others< /p>

I still stubbornly use the frost-covered dead vines

to write on the desolate land: Believe in the future

I want to use my fingers to row the rows that are pouring towards the horizon. Wave

I want to use the palm of my hand to hold the sea of ??the sun

The warm and beautiful pen swaying with the dawn

Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future

The reason why I firmly believe in the future

is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future

She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history

She has pupils that can see through the passages of time

No matter what people think about our rotting flesh

The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure

It is the moving tears and deep feelings Sympathy

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine

The countless explorations, lost ways, and failures and success

will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation

Friends, firmly believe in the future Bar

Believe in indomitable efforts

Believe in youth that defeats death

Believe in the future and love life