Lyrics of Zhang Zhilin's "boring place"

Bored, bored, bored

It's boring. It's boring. It's boring

Bored, I iron books

Bored, I uncover the calendar

Bored, I smell

Show me in the mirror

Let me set the table in front of the bed

Eat casually and sleep when drunk

Call my best friend to get together again

I broke the sanitary ware to promote sales

Bored, bored, bored

It's boring. It's boring. It's boring

Bored, I look at the constellations

Bored, I try to be hungry

Bored, I sat opposite the mirror

At night, I lie on my back by the window

Never pretended to be nothing

In fact, it has its own point of view

I've never changed my attitude

I appreciate my country

Bored, bored, bored

It's boring. It's boring. It's boring

Bored, I satirize the world

Bored, I shoot sunset

Bored, I look in the mirror and scold each other

Talk to the cat at home

There has never been a wide space

Let me breathe slowly

Only I slow down occasionally

Free fantasy and free trouble

Bored, bored, bored

Bored, bored, bored

It's boring. It's boring. It's boring

Bored (I iron Books)

Boredom has its own taste

Bored (I sniff the smell and use my secret skills in the mirror)

Bored (I satirize the world)

Boredom has its own taste