Lyrics of practice makes perfect by Lin Junjie

Waking like sleeping, lying like thinking

be confused

Feeling too monotonous turns out to be trouble

What should one do?

Maybe there will be a storm, and flowers will wither all over the ground

It's sad~~~

It can stimulate the muddle

Lost the brain of fire

When you blow, you catch a cold; when you rain, you have a fever

Love is good

I don't run away from empty days any more

It's been a long time

Maybe love is practice makes perfect

You can't imagine how much I yearn

Let life paint

It's red, orange, yellow or Indigo violet

Circle by circle

Finally I can freely admit that I love you

A little fire burns

How to stimulate the muddle

Lost the brain of fire

When you blow, you catch a cold; when you rain, you have a fever

Love is good

I don't run away from empty days any more

It's been a long time

Maybe love is practice makes perfect

You can't imagine how much I yearn

Let life paint

It's red, orange, yellow or Indigo violet

Circle by circle

Finally I can freely admit that I love you

A little fire burns

I don't run away from empty days any more

All the way here

Maybe love is practice makes perfect

You can't imagine how much I yearn

Let life paint

It's red, orange, yellow or Indigo violet

Circle by circle

Finally I can freely admit that I love you

A little fire burns

A little fire burns