Lyrics of the back window by Zhang Yusheng

I saw her half face combing her hair

A room full of yellow

A living statue

Her eyes were full of expectations

The oblique and the horizontal are all paintings

Rouge makes the temples fragrant

The more I look, the more stupid I feel

The more I look at it, the more insane I become

Flying moth to the fire

I want to be a bluebird

Leaning against the window lattice, looking forward to her smile

Singing her shyness between her eyebrows

Penglai Fairy Island

I want to be a bluebird

Leaning against the window lattice, looking forward to her smile

Embrace her on the wings

I would like to be imprisoned for her in this life

Seeing her pick up lipstick, staring at it.

Afraid of thick like a rose

I'm afraid it's not elegant enough

Her heart swelled with longing

He's always on his mind

How many stories have you won in history

The more I look, the more stupid I feel

The more I look at it, the more insane I become

Flying moth to the fire

I want to be a bluebird

Leaning against the window lattice, looking forward to her smile

Singing her shyness between her eyebrows

Penglai Fairy Island

I want to be a bluebird

Looking back at her smile

I flapped my wings and ran to her arms

I would like to be imprisoned for her in this life

Be a bluebird

Make a bluebird