In the process of dreaming, there will be countless bumps and bruises, but dreaming without fear; we clench our fists and gallop on our own battlefield, and we burst out of the tenacious fighting spirit, holding not the blade, but the dream of fearless faith.
When we harvest the hope of success, to their own dreams to take a step closer, at that moment, look up at the sky, through the thin as smoke clouds, watching the vast and boundless universe, imagining the other side of the dream, and the struggle forward. We forget to run forward, not only to chase the dream, but also step by step firmly and fearlessly to the dream. There is no stopping, no giving up, only fearless dreaming.
In the journey of life, I don't know how many times I failed, how many times I lost my way, and how many times I chose to choose between dream and confusion, I can only choose to grow up in the wind and rain, and grow up in the Han River.
Youth does not break up, the dream does not stop. We only sing our own songs and shine on our own stage!