Let me tell you, World
I. Don't. Believe. It!
Even though there are one thousand competitors under your feet,
Put me in the one thousand and oneth place.

I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe thunder's echo,
I don't believe dreams are not real,
I don't believe death is unrewarded.

If the ocean insists on bursting,
Then let all the bitterness be injected into my heart,
If the ground insists on rising,
Then let the human-race to re-select the summit of their survival.

New turnarounds and shining stars,
Filling up the unobstructed sky.
That is hieroglyphics with an age of five thousand years,
It is the eyes of the people in the future