What do the lyrics of Lonely Brave mean?

The lyrics of Lonely Brave mean that every lonely hero, whether in a dark alley or despair, whether against the wind or despair, can work hard for himself and his dreams. It means that two people have to fight to survive.

The Lonely Warrior was arranged and produced by Lei Qian, a music producer, and written by Tang Tian. They create from the perspective of ordinary heroes and heroes behind them, mainly by withholding the theme of League of Legends: the Battle of Two Cities, and restoring the images of those unknown heroes in the unorthodox sense. Eason Chan, who was born to tell stories with music, became the best person to sing the theme song because the animation revolved around the story of the clash of civilizations between the upper city and the lower city and the tempering and transformation of the protagonist's growth.

Lyrics:

They are all brave, the wound on your forehead, your differences, your mistakes.

You don't have to hide, your shabby doll, your mask, your self.

They said they would tame every monster with light. They said they would sew up your wound. Nobody likes clowns.

Why is loneliness disgraceful? People deserve praise only if they are imperfect.

Who says you are covered in mud and not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley.

I like the way you don't kneel, and I like the way you face despair.

Refuse to cry and love your tattered clothes.

But dare to block the gun of fate and love you as I do.

The gap is the same. Will you go? Will it match this tattered cloak?

Fight? With the most humble dreams, crying and roaring in the dark.

Who said that standing in the light is a hero? They said they should stop your madness.

It's like wiping off dirt. They said go up the steps.

The price is to bow my head, so I can't ride the wind.

You are proud of that loneliness and courage. Who says ordinary games are not heroes?

I love you walking alone in a dark alley, and I love the way you don't kneel.

I love you, I am desperate, and I refuse to cry.

Love your tattered clothes, but dare to block the gun of fate.

Loving you is so much like me, and the gap is the same.

Going? Match? This tattered cloak, fighting? Fight? With the most humble dreams.

In the face of sobs and roars in the dark, who says that standing in the light is a hero?

Your mottling is different, and your silence is deafening.

You are a hero, and I love you walking alone in a dark alley.

I like the way you don't kneel, and I like the way you face despair.

Refuse to cry (you are a hero), love you from the wild.

Never borrow anyone's light in your life, you will build your city-state.

On the ruins, shall we go? Go, with the humblest dream.

Fight? Fight, with the loneliest dreams, whimper and roar in the dark.

Who says heroes stand in the light?