Lyrics of Wang Wanzhi's painting

To be blamed for being dismissed

Be deceived by lover to desperation force emotion

Stupid enough to leave ears

A stranger who decorates his lover

Who was moved by fear

Still scared

The pain of bitter love is completely wiped out

Poverty still has no regrets

Never sold, still painting

Just to show the light of the world

Let's have fun

Ignore the pale color of blood

Forget about being miserable

The color is fresh and warm, all spontaneous

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

His personality is difficult to explain

Everyone knows how to survive

He has the right to paint

Maybe the pocket is not empty

Painting countless wheat fields and sunflowers

Won the collection research of future generations

But only in his lifetime to sell a customer

But that kind of outline

I can't help that kind of writing

A piece of hard work is worth 200 yuan

It's hard for ten thousand people to buy for ten thousand years

Masterpieces of art never received attention at that time

Is it the death of business to calculate its price

Is it a compromise

Give up the style

Follow suit and then break out

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

It's hard to express one's personality

Everyone knows how to survive

He has the right to paint

Maybe the pocket is not empty

Sell and buy

Who makes the price? How to make a living

Who will be reduced to this mental hospital

Closed traveler

It's hard to live without doubt

He left his style behind

I want to be sober, but I'm sick

You've heard of Van Gogh. How much is it worth

It's hard to express one's personality

Everyone knows how to survive

He has the right to paint

There may not be a blank pocket

Look at a person's life or misery

He was willing to paint until he died

Still contributing to the world

Look at him. Look at the starry sky

What kind of brilliance makes the world too pale