Lyrics of Zhang Xinzhe's then

Who did this key belong to

Who's been through the day and night of that house

I hide in the Yellow photos

How to start, how to cry

How many times does this pub have

Who's in the mirror at 3:30 in the morning

What kind of method should we use

To say goodbye to the story written with regret

At that time, love was too presumptuous

Tearing each other apart

I think the fingers are tightly clasped

But it's no longer a gift from God

It turned out to be all kinds of insistence at that time

It's not a word that can never be used up

When we become a mirror, we project each other

To see what it really is

How many times are there in this pub

Who's in the mirror at 3:30 in the morning

What kind of method should we use

To finish the regret story

At that time, love was too presumptuous

Tearing each other apart

I think the fingers are tightly clasped

But it's no longer a gift from God

It turned out to be all kinds of insistence at that time

It's not a word that can never be used up

When we become a mirror, we project each other

To see what it really is

How many times are there in this pub

Who's in the mirror at 3:30 in the morning

Squandered all the fireworks and reveled

My loneliness is still perfect