Lyrics of Mr. child by Zhang Zhilin

It looks like a giant Han

I hope you'll let me go. I'll be four years old

You'll be tired if you're not interested in it

You rejected my objection with love

You put on my shirt and suit

Take me to work as a child is forced to

It's not right to be trapped in your body

Mr. child

From stuff to meeting

From fun to have to be busy

From the best to the best, the position is just opposite

I want to play after play

To say and laugh, we need both reason and data

It's too trivial

When I was a kid, I was guilty

Two tears make one cry

Mr. child

You put on my shirt and suit

Take me to work as a child is forced to

Trapped in the body

Not right

Is age right for character

No matter you teach me the truth or I teach you the game

You and I sigh at the end

I'm bored to death. I'm utilitarian

God grant me four years old curiosity forever

Used to watching the play, where is the surprise

I'm used to complaining that I can't remember the taste of happiness

It's said that some adults even spit on themselves

Children have no taboos

I don't care if I'm afraid

Four years old has four years old