Lyrics of mud by Xu Zhian

Your most blooming rose

have a niche in the temple of fame

How can it wither in an instant

I'm willing to stay low

Go to the bottom

All over the sky, petals scatter the sludge

I'll lie down for you

All over the ground

So you can afford it

Turned into dust

Corrupt you

Even export my nutrition

All to death

I wish I could be you

The mud under my feet

To protect you

I ignored my fear

Don't look down on me

Even if it's this kind of mud

Can nourish you

Use up every minute to make you stress everything

I waited in secret

I'd rather look far away

Don't touch you

Tears also run dry

Let you quench your thirst

I even export my blood

Fearless of being stabbed to death

I wish I could be you

The mud under my feet

To protect you

I ignored my fear

Don't look down on me

Even if it's this kind of mud

Can nourish you

Use up every minute to make you stress everything

I wish I could die

Make the clay under the flower again

To protect you

I would like to lie in the most dirty place

Don't leave me

Even if it's this kind of mud

I can be close to you

It's expensive even if you step on it