Dare To Fight

A pen, lit up the light of hope in front, although I am a weak, but how could I bear my dream to stay on the mountainside,
I am not strong, but I also want to launch a charge of the horn to the dream, I have to work hard, even if my boiling blood, such as gunpowder-like intense burning,
I want hard work, even if my weak body, such as Kuafu generally become the sun’s fuel,
I will brave reload into the chest, I will confused into the power of struggle,
Through the mud, riding green incense, over the mountains, across the ocean,
Sails up hope, opening a new course, I firmly believe,
As long as the road at the foot of the heart in front.