The lyrics of Edison Chen's War

Fight me and go to war

Fight a battle of my own

If the real world is a battlefield at all

All these phenomena are a pair of cruel illusions

If reality asks me to fight a fake war

What kind of banner do you want to fight

If I don't play well, my life will come to an end

Well asked, what question mark should I ask about life

Ask me how much I can cry

Ask me what kind of wild bugle the nursery rhyme uses to blow what kind of wild elegy

The world can hear the triumphant song

At the end of the day, there are only a few left

I asked if my comrade in arms was me

I fight for my life and want me to defend me

I'm sorry if I take a step further

I think I give up, I don't know right from wrong

I can't figure out how to turn left and right

I'm the one who's fighting

Suffering

Feel

Look

listen

Can you hear a horn

Is everyone blind

Can your words be a pistol

And then he aimed at me

You think I'm dead. I'm still standing

The boat's destroyed, but I'm still standing

Just a word

You're going to destroy me. Wait

What flag

Who's giving the order

Whose 747

Who made me die

Who is my enemy?

It can't be a good person

People of poor quality cannot tolerate ninja

How do you know if it's not a soldier

I don't know any of them

Is still know no benevolence, no mercy

Burden of the world

Listen to me, I'll bear it

I'm still my pride

For a moment, you find that desire is the enemy

Get used to your delusions and all your sadness

Can death be the liberation of my life

The problem is that I know when, but I don't know why

It's hard to walk on your own all day long

There are wounds, sometimes I get them, sometimes I miss them

I can't figure out how to turn left and right

I'm the one who's fighting

Check one two one

the one and everyone is innocent

And home rap is about war

There are wars every day in some corner of the world

Everyone is involved, everyone has inner struggle

The danger is both a hail of bullets and blood on the battlefield

The danger is both Zhimi and tongues

This song is about a war

Three meat hunters, you and I are next to each other

You can choose to be a spectator

No one likes to see the dead everywhere

No one would like to be a war correspondent

I don't want to know what war crimes are

I don't know. The law doesn't protect everyone

Make your own arms race

Fight your own battles

I captured myself, I made up my own account

All day long, Chong Chong never knew death

Regardless of the battlefield, I want to win

They want to die but don't dare to

It's because I think too hard to be successful

It's hard to walk on your own all day long

There are wounds, sometimes I get them, sometimes I miss them

I can't figure out how to turn left and right

I'm the one who's fighting