Crouching in a small dark room,
Quietly waiting for the miracle.
I believe in my future,
It will be full of wonderful things.
The light of hope never gives up,
Why are you afraid of countless restarts?
Until the rain brings cold,
Only then did I realize that all fantasies are virtual.
The rain slowly washes the ground,
Once the dust no longer appears.
The lost eyes finally see,
I saw the fetters in my heart.
The world after rain,
The delicious wine tastes strong,
I glanced back,
I thank you in this world!
Falling rain falling rain falling rain!
Washing the ground makes me more convinced,
I firmly believe that my pace is more stable!
future,
No matter how big the storm is,
Only after the rain is clear,
Set sail again for dreams!
Jiang Chen
2015.08.23
