•You only smell my perfume, but didn't see my sweat. You have your rules, I have my choice. You deny me now, I decide my future. You laugh at I havenothing,notqualified to love. I have mercy on you always waiting for. You can look down upon our young, we will prove that who is this era.
•The dream is doomed lonely journey,
•the road with question and ridicule,
•but so what?
•Even if it was black and blue all over, also want to live in beautiful.
•I am ChenOu, I speak for myself.
You only smell my perfume, but do not see my sweat.
You have your own rules, but I have my own choice.
You deny my presence, but I decide my future.
You laugh at my destitution and not qualified to love, but I mercy you always waiting.
You look down upon our young, but we will prove to whom this age belongs.
Dream is doomed to be a lonely journey, full of questionings and mocks.
But so what, we should live beautifully, even if we are beaten black and blue.
I’m Chen Ou, I speak for myself.