Reply Vileness is the passport of the vile, Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, Behold, in that gilded sky, Filled with the curved reflections of the dead. The Ice Age is over, Why is there ice everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope is discovered, Why do a thousand sails race in the Dead Sea? I came into this world, With only paper, rope and figure, for before the trial, Read the voices of those who are judged. tell you world I do not believe! Even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet, Then count me as number one thousand and one. I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe Ray's echo, I don't believe dreams are fake, I don't believe in death without retribution. If the ocean is destined to break its banks, Let all the bitterness pour into my heart, If the land is destined to rise, Just let human beings choose the peak of existence again. New turns and twinkling stars, is filling the unobstructed sky. That is five thousand years of hieroglyphs, Those are the eyes through which the people of the future will gaze.