Lyrics of Kong Yibing's tree burial

Tree burial

There should be a beautiful scene in my life

Beautiful fireworks, beautiful smoke

Fire. I'll wait here, quietly.

My mood is like passing through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter

The wind of the wind.

So day after day, year after year, my

My body has become a tree, and my sadness grows in my heart

The soil is on the trees.

I once thought that if one day I left

How far can the wound go, will it

There is more despair that makes me feel at a loss.

Why are there so many in my life

So much frustration, so much frustration

Depressed. I'm thinking here, quietly,

My confusion is like passing through the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter

The wind of the wind.

Sometimes I can see a lot of beautiful girls

They passed me and they laughed

Under the fruit secretly taste, I try to open

I want to give them some shade to keep

By my side, but the fruit is full of sorrow

I hurt them and cried.

Maybe life is the water flowing along the mood

The rivers, lakes and seas are the final destination, but mine

Life has too many sad fruits in the tree.

Watching the girls passing by me will flow

Tears I began to believe in their fate, they

After I left, my loneliness passed through the turning point of time

Tree burial, my loneliness after they left

The turning point between the two is buried in a tree. Let's go, let's go