Lyrics of Huang Xiaohu's sage

sage

The spring is coming to an end

Lonely people have no reason not to fight for happiness

Don't lose your life in the second half

It's almost stupid not to spend a few inches of time happily enough

How miserable life is, too serious to win applause

You don't have to wait for an iron pestle to become a needle. It's impossible

Free your soul

Living in loneliness at night

Take over whose body temperature love is an instinct

Save your body

The countdown of youth is not yet at dusk

If love is going to happen, let it happen

Why pretend to be a fake saint

The spring is coming to an end

Lonely people have no reason not to fight for happiness

Don't live up to life in the second half

It's not enough time

How miserable life is, too serious to win applause

You don't have to wait for an iron pestle to become a needle. It's impossible

Free your soul

Living in loneliness at night

Take over whose body temperature love is an instinct

Save your body

The countdown of youth is not yet at dusk

If love is going to happen, let it happen

Why pretend to be a fake saint

Free your soul

Living in loneliness at night

Take over whose body temperature love is an instinct

Save your body

The countdown of youth is not yet at dusk

If love is going to happen, let it happen

Why pretend to be a fake saint

Pretending to be a saint