Lyrics of Peng Ling's mud

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

Sacrifice oneself 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 all my nutrients to death

I wish I could be you

The mud under my feet

To protect you

I ignored my filth

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

The tears are 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 filth

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 make the clay under the flower in the next life

To protect you, I would like to lie in the most filthy

Don't leave me with this mud

It's precious to be close to you even if you step on it