believe in future

When the spider web ruthlessly sealed my stove

When the ashes of the ashes sigh the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly pave the disappointing ashes

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future

When my purple grape turns into dew in late autumn

When my flowers lie in the feelings of others

I still stubbornly use the frosted vine

Write on the bleak earth: believe in the future

I want to use my fingers to rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm, beautiful pen

Write in your child's pen:

believe in future!

Believe in tomorrow!