Lyrics of Zhao Chuan's words of that year

Out of the house that summer morning

The pouring rain hurt my face

I said to myself

Keep your teeth clenched

Success is the only way to come back

Nothing, hiding in an apartment bed

Old neighbor talking about the past

He said that children's life is so short

Hold on to your dream

Don't be as ridiculous as I am

While the dream is still ahead

Hold on tight

You have only one choice

The dream is still in front of you

Bear the pain and march forward

Don't forget what you said that year

The night of the battle between ideal and reality

There are few coppers left in the pocket

Men's sufferings are the same

No one wants to say more

It's all in your chest and mine

While the dream is still ahead

Hold on tight

You have only one choice

The dream is still in front of you

Bear the pain and march forward

Don't forget what you said that year

While the dream is still ahead

Hold on tight

You have only one choice

The dream is still in front of you

Bear the pain and march forward

Don't forget what you said that year