Lyrics of narration by Zhang Xinzhe

I chat with myself alone

A glass of red wine with time precipitation

Sometimes it's safer to be lost than to explain

I'm used to the language

Suffering is a misdemeanor to ease one's mood

Convergence is to forgive the accidental destruction of feelings

To face is to accept that life is sometimes decadent

Farewell is because happy things to meet

Flying slowly and landing in other love

And then you beat your gut with yourself

Put the world aside

I wipe my shoulders by myself

Close by day and distant by night

Let the expression in the mirror be different

I'm used to this discovery

I chat with myself alone

A glass of red wine with time precipitation

Sometimes it's safer to be lost than to explain

I'm used to the language

I wipe my shoulders by myself

Close by day and distant by night

Let the expression in the mirror be different

I'm used to this discovery

I chat with myself alone