The power of suffering by Zheng Xinyi

I've heard a saying that the future is long

There must be the same good sunshine in a few nights

Why be disappointed in the haze

Sometimes sadness is not necessarily a burden

Seeing the sweetest dream is the power of suffering

Happiness is not inevitable, but I have a happy direction

Seeing the brightest stars is the power of night

God gave me that lamp, and I need to be brave enough

Look up at the sky, the heart is not chaotic, good-looking

What do I experience when I'm at a low ebb

How can the road not turn? Who doesn't learn to grow from falling

It's easy to shed tears. The hardest thing is to dry it

How can blind despair see hope

Seeing the sweetest dream is the power of suffering

Happiness is not inevitable, but I have a happy direction

Seeing the brightest stars is the power of night

God gave me that lamp, and I need to be brave enough

Look up at the sky, the heart is not chaotic, good-looking

Digest the past soil and nourish the heart flower

What else do I have to be depressed? It depends on what I think

(seeing the brightest star is the power of suffering)

Oh, let's go with the tide

See short, see long

Everything is different. I've seen the scenery outside the greenhouse

Too broad to imagine Oh seeing extraordinary from ordinary

Whether it's morning or not (depends on what you think)

Is the problem difficult or not

It depends on me