Dad kept digging in the pit to support our family.

I am arrogant and stubborn.

What is fate? I don't know this city, so I have my dreams.

A tangled house, a simple heart

The treasure in the pit is gone. Why don't we move out?

Sedimentation makes intoxicating wine throb.

Dad muttered that there were old friends here.

The road to pithead is not the only direction of life.

The faint footsteps in the morning light have forgotten the last goodbye.

Who says spoiled children don't cry in tragic moments?

Tears and crying can't call ABBA back in the submerged mine.

Underwater mines. It drowned my dream. Submerged mines drowned many smiles.

Burning paper money is flying about in the strong wind, and the memories of the past can't erase the scars.

The miner's son fled his hometown, and Almighty God taught me how to pray.

In the modern battlefield of material civilization, I got everything, but lost myself.

No amount of dreams can fill the emptiness, and the truth is like cinder reduced to ashes.

People in their hometown lost their lives when they were flooded by the mine.

Urban people are drowned by desire but lose their souls.

Underwater mines. It drowned my dream. Submerged mines drowned many smiles.

That simple face reminds me once again of where the soul belongs.

How much have I grown up? Now I finally know where to go from my hometown.