1980s — Bluebird Flying Fish

\I was born in the 1980s\The days of childhood were long and joyful\The teachers said we were a fortunate generation crossing centuries\As I grew up, I gradually understood\Life is more exciting than imagined\Yet the gap between dreams and reality was somewhat surprising to me\I cut off my long hair\Put on a tie\Opened my eyes, but my dream\Was nowhere to be found\If now I could foresee the future\Where would the me of tomorrow be waiting\I will persist and never let go\If now I cannot see the future clearly\The flower of dreams blooms in my heart\I will still treat it earnestly\It's a bit strange to say\These past few years have been neither bad nor good\It's a kind of state we all hated back then\The happy, innocent years\We imagined each of our futures\The gap between dreams and reality makes the present me hesitate\I cut off my long hair and put on a tie\Opened my eyes, but my dream\Was nowhere to be found\If now I could foresee the future\Where would the me of tomorrow be waiting\I will persist and never let go\If now I cannot see the future clearly\The flower of dreams blooms in my heart\I will still treat it earnestly\If now I could foresee the future\Where would the me of tomorrow be waiting\I will persist and never let go\If now I cannot see the future clearly\The flower of dreams blooms in my heart\I will still treat it earnestly\As I grew up, I gradually understood\Life is more exciting than imagined\The happy, innocent years\We imagined each of our futures\Winter, thinking of warmth. Always loving\Summer, longing for cool.