Our roof is both a roof, our walls are a wall, a sky is a spring, but our hearts are two hands apart , our cries are in our throats, our laughter is
silent, I couldnt recognize you, you are still like a mystery in an inscription that is always with me, but you are a stranger to me, we
can still call the sun from behind the clouds, cant we? We can introduce spring to the tired land, cant we?
Both the night and the crying, your pain is my pain , say it is also sad, say it is time to say that our hatred cannot break this silence, people can talk about the silence of one of us.