苟活于世 ，如同蝼蚁。升斗小民，三尺微命，百年光阴，生 ，不被人知。死，亦不知 。
霓虹下的生活好似一场永不会散场的假面舞会，每个人都带着面具出场 ，不管是对陌生还是熟悉的人，总是刻意掩藏内心的想法，故作高深也好 ，羞于倾诉也罢，可到了后来，也许藏得过深 ，连自己都看不清，看不明。
灯火闪耀的城市，喧闹的站台，有人笑 ，有人哭，有人来，有人离开。就算有个人曾陪你走了很远 ，可未来的某天，某天一个未知路口，还是要挥手告别 ，然后各奔东西 。那些悲戚的泪水，只能博来路人一个怜悯眼神，既然如此 ，那就擦干眼角的泪痕，抖落衣上灰尘，无谓风雨 ，大步前行。
告诉自己 ，奋斗 。
Text / Wear Slippers to see the snow
Nothing, watching the time in the rainfall, in the black and white.
The same yesterday today will be repeated.
Did not look forward to this life, with a word, tired.
How many degrees? One spring, time flows. Unconsciously, I have a year, the four seasons, the age is growing, the blue silk is growing, and the little dream is left?
We all have forgotten the priests.
is living in the world, like an antite. Followed by the people, three feet, slight, century, born, not known. Death, I don't know.
What proves to prove our existence?
Neon life is like a folk dance that will never discuss, everyone is playing with masks, whether it is a person who is unfamiliar is always hidden. The inner thoughts are good, so they are ashamed to talk, but they can be reached, maybe they are deep, even they can't see it, see unknown.
I just want to know, what kind of expression is it under the mask, what kind of expression is it?
The city, the noisy platform, some people laugh, some people cry, some people come, some people leave. Even if someone has accompany you, it is very far away. For a certain day, one day, a unknown intersection, or waived, and then all rushes. Those sorrowful tears, can only be a favorite of a pity, in this case, then wipe the tears of the eyes, shake the clothes on the dust, no wind and rain, big step forward.
In the end, this way of life will be alone.
Afterwards: When standing on the podium, look at the judges under the stage, the audience, suddenly felt that this life is more suitable for me, busyGreat, every time the exhaustion means that the dream is getting closer.
Tell yourself and struggle.
For the ideal thing we call it.
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