Lyrics of Chen Shanni's "derailment"

Like a song, it circulates thousands of times and becomes a classic

The habit of lingering

The monotonous work and rest as a double rehearsal

We are all ready to

I know it by heart

Who is more pitiful than who

It's rare to make a hasty confession to yourself on Sunday

Oh, no birth, no death

It's all fantasy

Cover up with good feelings and be aware of cheating for a while

Take the bad times as a new starting point

The timing is remarkable

It is equally dangerous for a tightrope walker to step back

We're all prepared

I know it by heart

Who is more pitiful than who

It's rare to make a hasty confession to yourself on Sunday

Oh, no birth, no death

It's all fantasy

Cover up with good feelings and be aware of cheating for a while

I know it by heart

Because it's obvious

We decide the time by choosing and filling in the blanks

Oh does not increase or decrease

It's all misunderstood by me

Don't know how to advance or retreat, hesitant and want to be beautiful