Lyrics of Zhang Zihao's Sunday

I go out on Sunday

Walking in the crowded street

I'm looking forward to meeting him

But ran into a rainy day

Games make people crazy

I hid in the damp room

Let go of the gloomy thoughts

Enjoy a lonely Sunday

There is no one to miss the night

And a time when no one urged me to go home

Do you have cigarettes to hide

All the boredom, all the trouble, all the tension

At this moment, all of them are released

Indulge in cold summer

Look at the photos that I think are particularly good-looking

Listen to the strings trembling

Drunk on a Sunday nobody understands

Games make people crazy

I hid in the damp room

Let go of the gloomy thoughts

Enjoy a lonely Sunday

There is no one to miss the night

Who urged me to go home for a while

Do you have cigarettes to hide

All the boredom, all the trouble, all the tension

At this moment, all of them are released

Indulge in cold summer

Look at the photos that I think are particularly good-looking

Listen to the strings trembling

Drunk on a Sunday nobody understands

There is no one to miss the night

And a time when no one urged me to go home

Do you have cigarettes to hide

All the boredom, all the trouble, all the tension

At this moment, all of them are released

Indulge in cold summer

Look at the photos that I think are particularly good-looking

Listen to the strings trembling

Drunk on a Sunday nobody understands

Indulge in cold summer

Look at the photos that I think are particularly good-looking

Listen to the strings trembling

Drunk on a Sunday nobody understands