Living With The Dreams

Whether you want someone in life or not,

No question asked, your dreams you just love.

The path leading to dreams thorns may grow;

Why reach a rose you entwine those prickly thorns?

Don't get lost in the fun of the sobriety of people,

In the crowded shady taverns of the world.

A young spirit's drunken mind can rip mountains through.

The brave don't fade, for the heroes live by death.

The earth turns green by farmer's gay sweat;

Through penance and suffering of injury,

Gold's truth is only revealed.

To measure the sky, stretch your wings—

Reach your dream despite all sharpies.

The circles of swirls can be crossed by the resolved,

The cries of the conscience can also be clearly heard.

The drunken mind will bite the lessons of life.

Grab the rudder in the middle of the haughty whirlpools,

and be careful with super flirty and naughty waves too.

No point in sitting casually holding hands you'll see soon;

If the passion is truly a bridge will be built.

History embraces them who brave the Warfield;

Arrive or overcome the turmoil of this life.

Linger through awkward thorns on your lead to dreams.

Even a bird has to fight with another for a nest to build;

To save her calf a humble deer mom dares a lion not to flinch.

Difficulties have their duties too to strengthen you,

The pains and the problems are just chances to correct mistakes.