Lyrics of "painting - Album Version" by Wang Yuanzhi

To be blamed, to be dismissed, to be cheated out of desperation by lovers

Stupid enough to leave ears for lovers to decorate

Who was moved or frightened by him

The pain of bitter love is completely wiped out

All kinds of diseases and poverty still have no regrets, never sold, still painting

It's just to show the light of the world so that happiness can be sent out

Ignore the paleness of blood and forget the bleakness of life

The color is fresh and warm, all spontaneous

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

His personality is hard to understand

He has the right to paint

Maybe the pocket is not empty

After painting countless wheat fields and sunflowers, we won the collection and research of future generations

But only in his lifetime to sell a customer

But that kind of outline, but that kind of writing

A piece of hard work is worth 200 yuan

Ten thousand people have been making art masterpieces that are hard to buy for tens of thousands of years and have never been noticed at that time

Is it true that only when a man dies can he get his price

Is it a compromise or a abandonment of style

Follow suit and then break out

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

It's hard for everyone to understand that personality is the only way to survive

He has the right to paint

Maybe the pocket is not empty

Sell out, buy out, and sell out

Who will be reduced to a passer-by like this mental hospital

It's hard to live without doubt, leaving his style behind

I want to be sober, but I have no choice

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

Only personality is difficult to express, and everyone knows how to survive

He has the right to paint

Maybe the pocket is not empty

Look at a person's life or misery

He is still willing to paint and contribute to the world

Look at him. Look at the starry sky

What kind of brilliance makes the world too pale