Lyrics of Zheng Bingbing's listening to strange version

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monologue

In this turbid world, I think, there is a she. She is colorless, pure and pitied,

Despite the ups and downs and vulgarity, she can still be there, just like a delicate flower,

Growing up in the expectation of you and me, though weak, never decayed.

Main song

A1

Listen to .

Who cries at night

Frost outside the window

Is it like you

feeble

Listen to .

Who is whispering

Deep depression

Is it like you

Suffocation

chorus

A1

Wandering on the edge of darkness

The moment of reaching out

But it's dangerous

You can't see clearly

... ..

A2

Blurred between the lines

He opened his eyes

But I can't earn a nightmare

You can't shout

... ..

Main song B1

Listen to .

Who is laughing in a low voice

Deep in the mire of you

But it's like clouds floating

It's floating

B2

Listen to .

That's your breath

Tridacna in filth

I can hear you

chorus

B1

Wandering on the edge of darkness

The moment of reaching out

But it's dangerous

You can't see clearly

B2

Blurred between the lines

I opened my eyes

But I can't earn a nightmare

You can't shout

Can't shout out

ending

hear

Delicate you in the wind

A body to be broken

It's still there