Live as we are no different

Opaque or clear, the river is still flowing

Tall or short, the trees are still green

Mortal or austerities

We still have to live from small things

We criticize that life is distorted

Why aren’t we right from the heart

Hamlet soil for all seeds to sprout

Young shoots rise to seek the light

 If all the roads of life are smooth

 Can we really recognize ourselves?

 Anyone in life can go far

 If you can stand up by yourself

 Happiness is like this sky

 Not just for one!