It's too easy to imagine, so there's always despair
I like to look so much that I can't see any hope
Always think that the most warm but embrace
I always think the most ridiculous is mediocrity
So I feel inferior and suspicious
Always be hit by the wind and rain
But who can stop at sighing
Helpless in tragedy
Write melody with passion
Live alone with sincerity
Pluck the clouds with both hands
Trample on the scars with iron hooves
All the powers in the world
It's just being believed in
It was also diluted by rain and snow
Now it's back
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