追梦少年0215
When cobwebs relentlessly clog my stoveWhen its dying smoke sighs for povertyI will stubbornly dig out the disappointing ashAnd write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the Future.When my overripe grapes melt into late autumn dewWhen my fresh flower lies in another's armsI will stubbornly write on the bleak earthWith a dry frozen vine: Believe in the Future.I point to the waves billowing in the distanceI want to be the sea that holds the sun in its palmTake hold of the beautiful warm pen of the dawnAnd write with a child-like hand: Believe in the Future.The reason why I believe so resolutely in the future is:I believe in the eyes of the people of the futureTheir eyelashes that can brush away the ash of historyTheir pupils that can see through the texts of time.It doesn't matter whether people shed contrite tearsFor our rotten flesh, or our hesitancy, or the bitterness of our failureWhether they view us with sneers or deep-felt sympathyOr scornful smiles or pungent satire.I firmly believe that people will judge our spinesAnd our endless explorations, losses, failures and successesWith an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluationYes, I await their judgement anxiously.Friends, please let us believe in the futureBelieve in our unbending strivingBelieve in our youth that can conquer deathBelieve in the Future: believe in Life.
