Lyrics of "lucky boy" by Bai Jingchen

Baby, do you still care what I said

Are you still talking about how about me

Looking at the moldy cigarette butts

When on earth will I delete you

What's the morning without you

Habitually open the mobile phone to find

Every minute of the dream, every second

It's all a torment for me

Open the address book every time

Looking forward to special prompt symbols

But everything is still just right

The record stayed in the quarrel that night

The frightened elk dragged its tired body to run

The hunter on the side is full of greedy desire with his shotgun

In this battle of love, no one is a prey or a target

We are just the losers of love, regardless of the enemy and ourselves, and we lose too early

Let's take this poison together

Every quarrel is an acceleration, counting seconds

Let's destroy this dream castle together

In the end, the big deal is that both of them are crazy

Baby, do you still care what I said

Are you still talking about how about me

Looking at the moldy cigarette butts

When on earth will I delete you

Like a machine infected by a virus

The face is expressionless, and all actions are meaningless

We play by the rules

Get used to looking for rules in each other

I want to know if you sleep well

Can't the world endure the night without me

I'm free to walk more or less every second without my nagging

I can't do it myself

Finally there is no tone you are tired of

Deleted all my old photos

About those who look forward to the taste of happiness in the future

Maybe I'll never taste it

You said you were waiting for me, don't you forget

Or I dream too far, let you choose to put down

I've made a home for you. I've been blind without money

Or will you really be as strong as you say

When we take this love poison together

Every quarrel is an acceleration, counting seconds

Let's destroy this dream castle together

In the end, the big deal is that both of them are crazy

Baby, do you still care what I said

Are you still talking about how about me

Looking at the moldy cigarette butts

When on earth will I delete you

Like a machine infected by a virus

The face is expressionless, and all actions are meaningless

We play by the rules

Get used to looking for rules in each other

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