Lyrics of "tearing night" by Wang Xinping

I tore a page of my dream. I don't know how to write tomorrow

Who is the cold street and the cold lamp shining on

How can you give me your gentleness

The cold wind never stops blowing

The man is under the overpass

Leave a phone number waiting to work

I want to ask him how many people call him

Let go of the phone

The code to guide the lost heart

My future is still unanswered

Who is left of my friends

Cold heart and cold dream are choking

Two people tore all night, no matter how tightly they held each other, they couldn't sleep

Cold you cold tears wet the night

The man is under the overpass

Leave a phone number waiting to work

I want to ask him how many people call him

Let go of the phone

The code to guide the lost heart

My future is still unanswered

The man is under the overpass

Waiting phone number

I want to ask him how many people call him

Let go of the phone

The code to guide the lost heart

My future is still unanswered

Who is left of my friends

Cold heart and cold dream are choking

Two people tore all night, no matter how tightly they held each other, they couldn't sleep

Cold you cold tears wet the night

Cold you cold tears wet the night