Lyrics of Zheng Xiuwen's the man of fire house

In life, even if boring, but still in life

But life is like a butterfly from you

Then I found that I shouldn't be alone anymore

Why hide again to unseal this city gate for you

Taianning people in the city or too sober

Let me admit it with a loud smile

There is still a silent passion in the world

Willful I move into this fire house

It's my choice to lose my life

Let me be stupid enough to love a rare guest

Let my feet sink into the swamp

Still carrying tens of thousands of accusations

Giving everything is like leaving nothing in this life

Sacrifice is the color of life

The more abundant one is, the more perceptual one will be

Fearless walk into fire to fill life

Insipidity will be stable, insipidity can also waste life

Willful I move into this fire house

It's my choice to lose my life

Let me be stupid enough to love a rare guest

Even if your feet are deep in the swamp

I still give you thousands of compliments

Give all my permission, the darkest is pure white

Sacrifice is the color of life

Let me bear the arrogant choice