The black city is full of whirlpools
He was a victim for no reason
I wanted to be magnanimous
Never know how to provoke people
Justice is in people's heart, but good people are hard to do
People are on the road. The road is the rule
I wanted to be down-to-earth, diligent and free and easy
I don't know whose fire was lit again
I'm a different me
Never show off, but I'm not cowardly
Live up to your conscience and be honest
But the reality tortured me mercilessly
I am such a me
Never give in to the shackles of reality
Even if it's the wind and rain, I will never dodge
I believe there will be more sunshine in the future
Justice is in people's heart, but good people are hard to do
People are on the road. The road is the rule
I wanted to be down-to-earth, diligent and free and easy
I don't know whose fire was lit again
I'm a different me
Never show off, but I'm not cowardly
Live up to your conscience and be honest
But the reality tortured me mercilessly
I am such a me
Never give in to the shackles of reality
Even if it's the wind and rain, I will never dodge
I believe there will be more sunshine in the future
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