Lyrics of Wang Wanzhi's high octave

In those days, I only sang with sweat

Ideas are always soft

Although the dream is not set more practical

But it doesn't mean I'm wrong

Singing for your high octave

Every sentence goes straight to the Milky way

Can I forget for a while

Maybe I'm used to singing no songs

You can't be lofty if you want to have a dream

You've got a very sharp ear

It's a pity that I have no talent for half my life

And you dream of comfort (and you listen to me)

If you want to listen to the real heartbeat, find it for me

Lose the beauty

The light of the spirit suddenly turned on

All the anger is in harmony

Even though I've practiced lonely Tango (even if my footwork may be wrong)

But the colorful songs and dances are more like me (no longer sit in)

It's a pity that you have no talent for half your life, but you dream of comfort

Open your mind and be a man again. The sonorous singing has something to do with you

(the songs that I started to sing since then have something to do with you)

If you like the switch has been twisted so thin

Now the prophet in the end, my courage is not too fine

Even singing for your high octave, deliberately to make the mistake I want to make

Let the voice line of mind turn around, no result can be guessed

But you and I can't do it in this life. We've tried