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When the spider web ruthlessly seals my hearth
When the ashes sigh with the sadness of poverty
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment
And write with beautiful snowflakes:
Believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into autumn dew
When my flowers lean on someone else's feelings
I still stubbornly write on the desolate earth with frosty withered vines:
Believe in the future
I want to use my finger to touch the waves surging towards the horizon
I want to use my palm to hold the sea that carries the sun
Swaying the warm and beautiful pen holder of the dawn
And write with a child's handwriting:
Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
Is because I believe in the eyes of future people, they have eyelashes that can sweep away the dust of history
They have pupils that can see through the chapters of time
Regardless of whether people shed tears of sympathy and deep sympathy for our decaying flesh, lost confusion, and failed pain
Or give us contemptuous smiles and sarcastic remarks
I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective, and fair evaluations of our countless explorations, lost paths, failures, and successes
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their judgment
My friend, believe in the future firmly
Believe in unwavering efforts
Believe in the youth that overcomes death
Believe in the future, love life