What are the lyrics to Fan Weiqi's "The First Dream"?

If pride had not been slapped down by the cold sea of reality, how would we know how hard we have to work in order to go far away? If the dream had not fallen off the cliff in the nick of time, how would we know that persistent people have invisible wings to register their tears in their hearts, which will blossom into flowers of bravery, that we can close our eyes and smell the fragrance of a tired time, as if we had slept well all night until dawn, that we can walk and hum a song at the same time, and that we can walk with a brisk pace, and that we will always be clearly lonely when we are frustrated, and that we will always be lonely, and that we will always be alone. The weight of loneliness is always apparent when I'm frustrated, and I long for the warmth of someone who knows how to lend me a shoulder. I'm glad that we've had such a long understanding along the way, and that our hearts are still connected through the winds and around corners, as always, with our original dreams in our hands, and how we can't let go of them halfway to the place we most want to go, but we're sure we'll get there.