We are still alive. Still want to fly In the sky is Long-term horizon in the distance back to tantalize us Alive. Continue to pursue Feel it is close and looked up and still so far away from The sky is the sky over our Zuxian Fei The majority of nothingness as a constant Reminder We still like the wings of their ancestors. On the drum in the wind Will continue to fall into an endless nightmare of a dream In the black earth and Sky blue and not between the bottom of the The future is a horizon Tantalize us We will slowly die in the chase and died, such as The cold is not perceived to sun_set_. Still want to fly Continue to float alone in the middle of the boundless career of the leaf in the wind And the cold clouds Coldly watching us