In an ideal life, people run around in all fields like walking dead. Why? The yearning for life when I was a child has now turned into a bubble. Go, look at their tired bodies and confused eyes, I am afraid. I didn't want this kind of life, so I started my dream-seeking journey.
"Teacher, what is an ideal?" I stood in front of a tall and strong teacher. The teacher looked at the childish girl, smiled, pointed to the sky and nodded affectionately to me. I want to know, what does this mean? When I asked, the teacher disappeared, and I was awakened by fear, panting, but calm down, what is my ideal? ...
Stepping on the green grass, I strode to the sunrise. What is my ideal? I watched the sunrise, an ambition, a passion, a vitality, a motivation, and it came to me, didn't it? This is the ideal, this is the so-called eternal beacon? Why is it so hazy? I shook my head and walked forward. In the long night, the ideal is like a bright lamp, illuminating my bright road; On the dark road, the ideal is like a bright moon, giving me the last care in the dark; In the long river of years, the ideal is like a road sign, guiding me to stand on the stage of success. In life, because you have ideals, you are full and satisfied, and because you have ideals, you are happy and passionate.
In an ideal life, people run around in all fields like walking dead. Why? The yearning for life when I was a child has now turned into a bubble. Go, look at their tired bodies and confused eyes, I am afraid. I didn't want this kind of life, so I started my dream-seeking journey.
"Teacher, what is an ideal?" I stood in front of a tall and strong teacher. The teacher looked at the childish girl, smiled, pointed to the sky and nodded affectionately to me. I want to know, what does this mean? When I asked, the teacher disappeared, and I was awakened by fear, panting, but calm down, what is my ideal? ...
Stepping on the green grass, I strode to the sunrise. What is my ideal? I watched the sunrise, an ambition, a passion, a vitality, a motivation, and it came to me, didn't it? This is the ideal, this is the so-called eternal beacon? Why is it so hazy? I shook my head and walked forward. In the long night, the ideal is like a bright lamp, illuminating my bright road; On the dark road, the ideal is like a bright moon, giving me the last care in the dark; In the long river of years, the ideal is like a road sign, guiding me to stand on the stage of success. In life, because you have ideals, you are full and satisfied, and because you have ideals, you are happy and passionate.
In an ideal life, people run around in all fields like walking dead. Why? The yearning for life when I was a child has now turned into a bubble. Go, look at their tired bodies and confused eyes, I am afraid. I didn't want this kind of life, so I started my dream-seeking journey.
"Teacher, what is an ideal?" I stood in front of a tall and strong teacher. The teacher looked at the childish girl, smiled, pointed to the sky and nodded affectionately to me. I want to know, what does this mean? When I asked, the teacher disappeared, and I was awakened by fear, panting, but calm down, what is my ideal? ...
Stepping on the green grass, I strode to the sunrise. What is my ideal? I watched the sunrise, an ambition, a passion, a vitality, a motivation, and it came to me, didn't it? This is the ideal, this is the so-called eternal beacon? Why is it so hazy? I shook my head and walked forward. In the long night, the ideal is like a bright lamp, illuminating my bright road; On the dark road, the ideal is like a bright moon, giving me the last care in the dark; In the long river of years, the ideal is like a road sign, guiding me to stand on the stage of success. In life, because you have ideals, you are full and satisfied, and because you have ideals, you are happy and passionate.
In an ideal life, people run around in all fields like walking dead. Why? The yearning for life when I was a child has now turned into a bubble. Go, look at their tired bodies and confused eyes, I am afraid. I didn't want this kind of life, so I started my dream-seeking journey.
"Teacher, what is an ideal?" I stood in front of a tall and strong teacher. The teacher looked at the childish girl, smiled, pointed to the sky and nodded affectionately to me. I want to know, what does this mean? When I asked, the teacher disappeared, and I was awakened by fear, panting, but calm down, what is my ideal? ...
Stepping on the green grass, I strode to the sunrise. What is my ideal? I watched the sunrise, an ambition, a passion, a vitality, a motivation, and it came to me, didn't it? This is the ideal, this is the so-called eternal beacon? Why is it so hazy? I shook my head and walked forward. In the long night, the ideal is like a bright lamp, illuminating my bright road; On the dark road, the ideal is like a bright moon, giving me the last care in the dark; In the long river of years, the ideal is like a road sign, guiding me to stand on the stage of success. In life, because you have ideals, you are full and satisfied, and because you have ideals, you are happy and passionate.
In an ideal life, people run around in all fields like walking dead. Why? The yearning for life when I was a child has now turned into a bubble.