wake up in a strange place The lens turned into a knife and a gun Whispers also become truth The guitar bids farewell to the shoulder The poet abandoned the frontier We live in a huge studio The lucky child climbed up to the palace Both the results and the price must be tasted Have the innocent children changed? Follow the rules of the game, learn and grow Vibrant rankings and exciting awards Following the rhythm, I am often confused When people's hearts become the market When the market becomes the battlefield How many ideals are buried on the battlefield? Thinking back on ideals and thin hopes Walking a tightrope, my strength greatness and disguise dust or splendor Is that a thin line or a glimmer of hope? Every lonely dawn I sing alone Silently let this melody resonate with my heart Even if one day no one sings with me at least in my mind There is still a place that has not yet collapsed,Luo Tianyi,short bangs, short eyebrows, thick eyebrows,Michelle 🦥1515