And with the lovely snow, I wrote: In the future we trust?
I wrote on this dismal land: In the future we trust?
In a childish handwriting, I’ll write: In the future... we trust?
Zhang Ye had recited "In the Future We Trust" and had forcefully stopped Yang Lian, who was at the top of the building, in her steps. Everyone in the hospital's yard was smitten by it. When they looked up to look at the girl about to commit suicide, they were shocked!
Yang Lian cried. She covered her face and squatted on the roof, crying her heart out!
"Who is this person?"
"I don't know him. Where did he come from?"
"Her parents said so much to no avail, and the police and everyone else persuaded for so long without any use. But that person used a poem and managed to change her mind?"
"This person looks familiar?"
"Right, right. I find him familiar, too, like I've seen him on television!"
The crowd immediately looked at the youth holding the loudspeaker!
