Forget the years will not melt erosion
Deep in the heart also remember that year that evening
Once deplored, years into force
A little truth, an ideal forever looking for
Long to continue before the flight do not know to be scared
Jing Jing thorns do not have to look at it
Floating the crowd yesterday, though not a word
Do not want to clearly analyze too much true love
But there is a dream, not dead remember it
No matter how the rain hit, freedom will still blossom