One day,
I was dead,
I hate people,
Dance,
I love the people,
My eyes like dew.
Second days,
My body head towards the west is buried deep underground,
I hate people,
Look at my grave,
A smiling face,
I love the people,
Afraid to look back a look.
A year later,
My bones have rotted,
My grave severe tests,
I hate people,
When I mentioned occasionally at leisure,
Still a face of anger,
I love the people,
The dead of night,
Silent tears who cry.
After ten years,
I have no body,
Only some residual bone.
I hate people,
Only vaguely remember my name,
I have forgotten,
I love to man,
When I think of,
A short silence,
Life is everything blurred.
After a few years,
I went to the mound, severe tests,
Only a barren,
I hate people,
Forget me,
I love to deep,
Followed into the tomb.
To the world,
I completely into nothingness.
I struggle for life,
Take away every tree and bush.
My life,
Take a vain love.
This life,
Whether the distinction between the rich and the poor,
One day to go to the last step.
To the later generations,
Suddenly look back,
My life,
Is wasted!
I want to cry,
But cannot make a sound,
I want to confess,
It has been late!
With your heart,
In the eyes of others don't scale.
Love and hate are only for their own living,
Every day happy.
Cherish the heart want to cherish,
Three thousand busy,
A moment,
After death,
But a handful of sand.
One day, we will leave the hope is always so happy..!