Lyrics of "the vain youth standing over the city" by Le Zheng Longya

Listening to the city quietly

Everyone wears masks and speaks sweet words

Walking through the alleys as usual

Loneliness and sighs go hand in hand

Mixed with the capricious heart

The truest voice disappears with deception

Standing at the end of nameless street looking back

The sound of noise and lament can't go away

Unknown voice, unknown resonance

It's better to just run away

Leap over the city

Cut off all sounds

Over the city at the end of the sunset

Fire burns the sky beyond the clouds

Is there a quiet sweet dream

But still did not have the courage to reach out

I'm afraid there will be another disturbing sound in my ear

Don't want to face the pain of reality

Even flying over the city

But still unable to break through the cage

Indifferent to meaningless language

Endless whispers like shirking responsibility

Living in the shelter of self righteousness

The pros and cons are withdrawn

Containing the deep heart

Distorted reality is established with contempt

Standing on the top of the city and gazing in the air

Laughter mingled with laughter

A boring but persistent voice

I want to escape everything

Leap over the city

Deception conceals a weak heart

At the end of the starry sky above the city

Another sky beyond higher

Will there be a pair of warm hands

Take me through this false cage

Looking down, there is another disturbing sound in my ear

Glancing at the smile of the hypocrite

Want to touch the future and freedom

But still put down his hands

The sky still twinkled with stars

The end of fantasy, the shackles of self creation

Unable to fly but lost in the sky

Still struggling to break away from the world

Summon up courage to run to the end of the moon

Dreams that cannot be captured but yearn for

Even if you can't fly in the sky above you

But it's still worth stretching out your hands

Even if the ear will ring disturbing sound again

Even to escape the pain of reality

We should also strive to move forward, not stop

Always fly again on a sunny day