“when you walk through the stor
hold your head up high
and don't be afraid of the dark
at the end of the stor
there's a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of the lark
walk on， through the wind
walk on，through the rain
.............
you'll never walk alone
walk on， walk on， with hope in your heart
and you'll never walk alone
you'll never walk alone...“
当你走过一阵风暴，你永远不会独行。抬起头，别害怕黑暗。在风暴的末端，有金色的天空，和一只百灵甜美的